.one too many.

…a place for waste…

once upon a time there was a strawberry…

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…and that strawberry burned red like no other strawberry before it…


…and everyone loved the strawberry for it was warm and tasted like gold and pizza and red vines…


…and sometimes the strawberry loved everyone back

and when it did the room would grow still and very quiet…


…and even though it was by no stretch perfect,

the strawberry was embraced unconditional…


…but alas…

something was amiss.

a disquiet energy force with wingspan and a silvertongue emerged from wood.

the strawberry grew overwhelmed.

and as a result,

people around the strawberry grew overwhelmed.

an ackwardness covered everything in shadow.


…and the strawberry pushed…


…and then the strawberry pulled…


…and then we all pushed back…


…and things spiralled and equilibriums were lost.

and soft thoughts and smiles spilled over the side of the boat.

and a blackhole formed and although no one could see it,

everyone knew it was there…


at the unbearable and tragic end

i asked the strawberry,


but the strawberry couldn’t look me in the eyes

and the strawberry didn’t answer

and i had no choice but to walk away


the last time i saw the strawberry,

it was blurry.

i only could make out its tears and neverevers and goodbyes…


even now i see the strawberry everywhere.

i can close my eyes and the strawberry is there automatically dangling in the rearview.

last night i had a dream the strawberry and i were playing shuffleboard.

and before that,

i swear i saw the strawberry at the farmer’s market.

but really,

i haven’t seen the strawberry since that night.

i know the real strawberry is out there somewhere and hopefully one day,

it’ll accept my offer of tea and sugar cookies.

lord knows,

all strawberries love sugar cookies.


even now,

people ask,”why?”

and i always respond the same…

“why not not.”

timing is everything, no??



Written by canepari

October 13, 2009 at 8:19 pm

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  1. Hmm. Maybe the poetry should be left to Lisa?

    Vinnie the Microwave Johnson

    October 14, 2009 at 3:39 pm

  2. stay off my blog microwave!


    October 14, 2009 at 4:00 pm

  3. drunk or stoned? you tell me


    October 15, 2009 at 7:09 pm

  4. The Tigers and the Strawberry

    There was a man walking across an open field, when suddenly a tiger appeared and began to give chase. The man began to run, but the tiger was closing in. As he approached a cliff at the edge of the field, the man grabbed a vine and jumped over the cliff. Holding on as tight as he could, he looked up and saw the angry tiger prowling out of range ten feet above him. He looked down. In the gully below, there were two tigers also angry and prowling. He had to wait it out. He looked up again and saw that two mice, one white, the other black, had come out of the bushes and had begun gnawing on the vine, his lifeline. As they chewed the vine thinner and thinner, he knew that he could break at any time. Then, he saw a single strawberry growing just an arms length away. Holding the vine with one hand, he reached out, picked the strawberry, and put it in his mouth. It was delicious.

    Martello da Fabro

    October 16, 2009 at 2:43 am

  5. the problem is you are not seeing things for what they are. that is cleArly an apple. Be the ax my friend. BE the ax.


    October 18, 2009 at 5:46 pm

  6. Yeah, BE THE AX!!!!!


    October 19, 2009 at 1:52 am

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