Half a Point Away (A Poetry Set)

This was just a spontaneous burst of words I thought of randomly last November night. Partially inspired by another writer and a friend of mine, I thought 'To preserve what it is, I'm going to leave it the way it is.' Typed it out, all in one go. Just slightly altered; a few words changed around, and of course, spellcheck. But other than that, it's 'original' in every way and form. Bizarre capitalizations? Intentional.

V.5

The Well Underneath the Apple Tree

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(The Dead Tree’s Excuse of ‘Sheltering You’ Is No Justice)

As I walk along this weary path of dirt
Paved by stitched and sutured hearts; I am, I feel
As beaten down as the sun, as the road I walk.
Hey, look, there’s a well from those faery-tales
By a cozy home, dilapidated by divorce
With its rightful family, I am vaguely reminded of you

As I approach the well depression, walled up in one-sided relief
I read the plaque your backstabbing companions left -
Here dies you, my friend,
Overshadowing by crimson moons above your head
Hanging like dead men, bloated and expectant
Rotting when they were once ripe… careful;
One might fall when cold speaking winter comes again

D/i/s/t/u/r/b/i/n/g, B-r-e-a-k-i-n-g, Exploding!
Your serene, liquid surface from which, unknowingly
Everyone sees their reflection
Falling fast and heavy, choking,
Forming that apple that it is, caught, in your throat,
Hanging like dead men above your rooted place

This uncovered hole in yourself
The open wound, wide and gaping
For anyone passing to look in
Bleeds clear blood through cracks in the mechanical surface-
Earth, orderly block after block, maybe a little
(Unrefinement here, green grass there, a plant,
And some poorly-made plaster…)

And you sleep off the pain in a coma
Under fabrics of dark water, farther
Than anyone’s caring tears-like-rain can reach
Beneath the apple tree poisoned by the witch
By which you lay

Hidden, from the sun to get away
From the choking, inside you
The death and fears, above you
The cementation, below you,
The b.r.e.a.k.i.n.g, outside you…

As a well

Underneath the apple tree.