The Nineteen Hundereds

Thirties through now, introspection in fruit pastiche

And Eve named them as Nectarines, the fruit of herself, the truth she spoke to the roots bloomed in bright red juicy nectarines frozen in my refrigerator

I often look hungry in the eyes of the lord

The depression-era bankman dreamt of nectarines as being without bankvaults free from large-metal and the way the turning latch locked you in forever

I often look Hungry in the eyes of the lord

and the nuclear fallout shelter was filled with canned nectarines, halved or quartered in tin-cans this food, could last you for days it could, build a palace of nutrition make you stand bold legged in a valley of peace in the nectarine

I often Looke hungry in the eyes of the lord

and The hippies painted thick orange swathes of Nectarine on eachothers bosoms in one buxomed circle they painted the wetness of the fruit the redness of the fruit bursting with life they

I Often look hungry in the eyes of the Lord

In the seventies the dead-beat dads collected Nectarines as trophy toys for the children remembering

I often Look hungry in the eyes of the lord

On the Sabbath he named the virgining computer megaLord after the wrong fruit the nectarine called the computer screens name me after the nectarine

I often look hungry in the eyes of the lord

and in his lonely patience the artist wept for his nineties and billowed nectarines all over the wall laced with nectarine, Heroine, Buckshot

I often look hungry in the eyes of the lord

And he thought of nectarines as the towers fell as the nation grew or shrunk according to the laws of remote controls he thought of nectarines as eve passed judgment on Adam for ripping his Rib for ever being born

I often look hungry in the Eyes of the Lord.