A Cargo of Green Hearts
maybe, as a kid, you were told that if you died the
wrong way, full of unopened baggage
& screeching tires your soul would be devoured
by crocodiles. and that--if you had any imagination--
would not be the scary part, no, the scary part
is you thinking that if your spirit can be devoured,
die, then maybe your spirit's spirit can also die
and so on, think about it there could be crocodiles
all the way down. I've had weeks like that, it's true,
days without bottom. the trick is to believe something else
even if it's foolish
if you're tired of feeling sorry for all those crocodiles.
my story has flamingos and love. I'm a silly man.
I make mistakes, show up late to funerals. someone made
me out of clay and it's true I look more & more like a bear
every year. I'm good with crocodiles, though.
I know the secret word that will make them
dance in their shiny hides. here, it's for you. I'm tracing it
on your cheek. as is true with any magic or love
you have to be an lunatic for it to work.
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