The Crocodile Heart
The murk of crocodile skins -- which starry eyed elves wanted their soothing chilly breath at twilight?
Pluto, Ouranos, Neptune slowly burn you till every starburst of your bone calcium is returned to the mangrove lined lazy river
Your death, the unquiet obsidian sheen wave of your death
Meeting another torpedo wave of carbon dioxide of a mighty crocodile heart pumping red life and orange juice for breakfast
Why life? Why now? Why the purple prose of bougainvillea vines and crushed mangoes by the roadside?
Love, a stupid green parrot that won't shut up, cruelly glues your cells back together under the glare of a Mary blue sky
The savage, unholy aroma of ripe mango mother flesh under sunset lavender clouds -- why must life come so close when all you want is to die?
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Copyright © Diana Thoresen | Year Posted 2019