some pulp

lord orange in a carton,
lord orange in a can,
is lord orange saying "fuck you",
saying " so learn what you can".

so you think long to find a still-ripe slice
and you peel the skin away at night &
suck the pulp from the cells and let the seeds disappear
as they crawl moistly through the dark into the hollow of your ear.

then they help you to live a life always hotter
until the water in your body is gone-
they tell you to never, ever,
calm down for anyone.

even if you see a body spit out a seed,
and then your body catch a body all in and by the teeth;
well, shit, the wasted seed has made your heart and knuckles bleed,
but the whisper in the hollow keeps just like the spread of heat.

you have to look at the sun
with a telescope, when you are young-
and O how the male and female fire mate-
but you can only see it once.

after then it is just the color orange,
the color orange and the round shape.