A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
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. Comments are closed.
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