Francis Raven Weeping Fruit Sonnet Bitter spicy pith, distraught, scraped from fine teeth
Malfunctioning brave duet chops roof to root.
When art's eye stings a recipe you must cheat.
Cameras, generals, grasp until they shoot.Enough leaves fall and are still. Time to escape
Lore's nucleus so we can read the base
Break twigs, unlock gate, mutate your movie's shape.
As if this were the correct ideal to chase.If no stage is additional, might as well
Feign hormone nihilism; my panic's cause
Call it a solid, drop it down the well
Leaks dispersal from capitalism's sauce.If the willing fill the heart with excitement
Think of all sacred hatreds that must be sent.