a poem in six ways

My poetry is a tree with
Six branches of real sensations.
Of anger and hate, burning my
Thoughts into ashes of cold words.
Of love and joy, sprouting into
Fruits of butterflies and big smiles.
Of pain and disgust, squeezing out
Bitterness of heart into pills
To heal me of another pain

My Poetry is a tree with
Six fruits of sundry tastes and shapes
Apple, love, hate pain, joy, and the grapes.

Tochi