Wreck and Reference
Eris Came to Me at Night
Eris came to me at night and whispered in my ear
"You're getting boring, you're getting old"
And as she left she placed a single golden apple
At the foot of my bed

I tried to go back to sleep, knowing it was futile
Until the fractured dam inside my heart burst forth again as it always does

I took a bite and it was mealy and it was bitter
Not at all how I expected
Such a beautiful thing to taste
The smell of burnt toast
Flooded my nostrils
Another mockery, another practical joke
And when I finished, core and stem and all, I just lay back and Waited for the drama to begin
For my life to unravel
Crumble or capsize
To recede into obscurity and smolder in the shadows of your brighter, bolder and far more fragrant blooms

They say inside all obsession is the seed of a wish
A prayer for absolution
From the pressures of the living
And so I spat the seeds out
And wrapped them gently in a cloth and tucked them tenderly beneath my sweat-stained lumpy yellow pillow and slept for 30 years
And then another 30 more
Just waiting for the stem
To rupture through my skull
And free all the fluids
Free all the dreams
Draw in all the pity
Dam up all the streams but nothing grew