Pineapple Breath

A coward’s death
Is left in a pool of vomit
Beneath an underpass
That leads out of the city.
There’s chunks of pineapple
And beef stew in the greenish fluid.
A shadow crept forward
And discharged the rest
Of the body.
Purge after the splurge.
I’ve forgotten why I enjoy
The taste of blood but not
The scent of semen.
Both are ingredients for life.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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