Rotten Apple Mood Poem by Gabrielle Martin

I'm in a rotten apple mood,
and all the pacifying poetry
I could write
would be in gibberish-
or so telling
that the graphite would march
from the paper
in a dishonorable retreat.

There are worms crawling
through this rotten apple mood,
and the nerd glasses are on a less
perturbed and more knowing face-
nose in a book that I am too stupid
and too lazy to read,
spitting out seeds sour
from this rotten apple mood.