George K. | Poetry
Pears from Belgium
Pears from Belgium
cold teeth
7.6 billion humans
that’s 7.6 with nine zeros
have a dream about a hallway
all the doors
have something to look at behind them
maybe old friends
somebody loved
who knows
spend the whole time
in the hallway
where you
think about a rock drifting slowly to the bottom of the ocean
7.6 with nine zeros on a rock
drifting slowly to the bottom of the ocean
like the ocean is an onion
with layers offering some resistance at first
then thinning under weight
until being passed to the next
The car is cold
but it feels like
a friend
for some reason,
Pears from Belgium
in the back seat
7.6 with nine zeros
and I’m alone
in a car
that feels like a friend
[did some scribe
of meticulous demeanor
write your fortune down
you & the other
7.6 nine zero?
think they had
a bone to pick
with me]