CHERRIES

Cherries at five o’clock     The cherry
                          blossoms on the surface are a bit
    onerous   a vignette around speech

clouds hang from the sky like cotton
    on invisible strings

I am what I eat? soil to the lips
            coffee bean to the skull   hyper
    people doped on Red Bull

throwing Spaniards to the wind
             donning red wool   I charged

through this day as if muscles
        are weakened   bull-horn stabbed
    the picador   famous for getting

            beaten up on camera   a red cape
    is used only to conceal the blood