Apple a pear,
swipe and sweep,
into our hands
our world to keep.

‘I abide through pride,
that can’t be right,
stupid statement,
dulled by blight.’

Apple a plum,
creep and weep,
into our heads
our words to keep.

‘I abide then hide,
getting closer,
poetic prattle,
sad composer.’

Apple a peach,
blat and bleep,
into our minds,
our screams to keep.

‘I abide inside,
one of the damned,
rhythmic rituals,
mad demands.’

Apple a person,
leer and leap,
into our hearts,
our fears to keep.

‘We abide through pride,
hungry heap,
quipping quotes
and had dirt cheap.’

Erin Moen
10/19/03
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