Three Oranges


first time my father overheard me listening to
This bit of music he asked me,
“what is it?”
“it’s called Love For Three Oranges,”
I informed him.
“boy,” he said, “that’s getting it
Cheap.”
He meant sex.
Listening to it
I always imagined three oranges
Sitting there,
You know how orange they can
Get,
So mightily orange.
Maybe Prokofiev had meant
What my father
Thought.
If so, I preferred it the
Other way
The most horrible thing
I could think of
Was part of me being
What ejaculated out of the
End of his
Stupid penis.
I will never forgive him
For that,
His trick that I am stuck
With,
I find no nobility in
Parenthood.
I say kill the Father
Before he makes more
Such as
I.
From ONTHEBUS – 1992


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Three Oranges