Sit down in the yellow haze.
The eye of a flower, the flower
which is complicated
and rotten like
the apple is rotten.
The pear is also rotten, waiting
patiently for someone
to bite into it. It is daytime. The stars
have come out, blissfully
unaware of the apple which is rotten
and contains a red worm.
The red worm ate the flower,
and sat in the yellow haze, then
spat out the yellow seed
in the haze.