lemon eyeball
no pupil
stinging yellow blindness
*
the lemon moon exacts
her sour gravity
*
slice after slice
of round yellow
cathedral windows
*
the half lemon in the kitchen
on the chopping board
is a yellow bell
it has no clapper yet waits
for the chef to ring
out its juice
*
the nipple of the lemon's end
& the lemon's cutting milk
*
the lemon leaf
is a light green dry tongue
beginning to curl
the dark lemon stalk is sore
where it connects
with the acidic yellow womb
*
a giant lemon
five times a poet's size smells
as sharp as a star
*
an orange & a lemon & a lime
are not one
an orange & a lemon
are not one
a lime & a lemon
are not one
a lemon
is one
*
the famous literary magazine
made a terrible mistake
her final poem
should not have been entitled
Melons
*
is it a lemon's roundness
or a lemon's yellow
is a lemon a sun
or a whole solar system
perhaps perhaps
but for sure
it is in homemade lemonade
that childhood is yellow bubbles
*
her ear fills with round fizzy ringing
it's like the zing of listening
to an old tune just born
it is the bells of St Clements
*
the lemon in the fruit bowl is waiting
curled up in the lemon
a shiny yellow baby is waiting
inside the shiny yellow baby
is bright clear yellow blood
waiting
*
beware the yellow knight
with his sour stare
& sharp lance
he shows no clemency
for he has stolen
The Yellow Grail
*
a boy cuts open a lemon
pushes his tongue in
thinks of lips & salt & kissing
but freshly shod snorting lemon horses gallop
across his red tongue
determined vigorous lemon climbers
with bright yellow crampons
quickly crunch their way up his red tongue
lemon soldiers with yellow bayonets
& microscopic yellow bullets
unroll yellow barbed wire over his red tongue
*
Little Yellow Riding Hood
raising her blond eyebrows
says to her wolf
my what large lemons you have
*
how the artist has captured
the lemon on canvas
yet without yellow
*
it was lemon rind
shining in sunlight
that reminded her
*
he holds the lemon in his palm
its scent a rising precise mist
he thinks of clean trajectories
of mathematics fresh & citric
he thinks of launching a rocket
so he can walk on the lemon's surface
*
the lemon nun
with her yellow face
seeming to give only yellow away
if squeezed will squirt
her prayer in a shrill voice
*
imagine a lemon menstruates
imagine the colour
*
if she could stitch together
a dress of lemon zest
then at the ball
even if that dress in places exposed
her shape & skin
she could nevertheless
keep her zing
a secret