I gave a boy a pirate toy;
he cut me with a sword.
I taught a little girl to whirl,
until she got too bored.
An old man walks on darker streets.
Increasingly, they narrow.
He wraps his bones in memory’s sheets
and listens to the marrow.
The children play, and hide all day,
behind the gravestones bending.
I wave goodbye. I’m off to die.
There is no happy ending.
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If you should see a smile
upon a crocodile,
return to domicile:
they’re very volatile.
If I had money in my pocket,
I’d lend it on the spot,
like betting on a rocket
to hit a microdot.
Anything is possible
if you can beat the odds.
All it takes is good relations
with prevailing gods.
If I had money in my pocket,
I’d lay it ten-to-one
on a hunch the night this time
might overcome the sun.
The long legs of the law of physics
unravel like a chemical cuff.
Strands of conversation multiply
into equations of noise unfamiliar.
Arms of love encircle scientific concept.
Atoms split, molecules cool.
Genes are always shrinking by design.
Periodically, a table is turned,
revealing an element of surprise.
The soul of explosion is destitute,
always seeking flame.
A turtle has no moxie.
It’s probably too boxy.
Must be a living hell
encumbered by that shell.
To let one win a race
would bring lifelong disgrace.
To bolster tortoise pride,
one martyr rabbit died.
The chant of "slow and steady"
makes many snappers heady.
If for bunnies you may care,
don’t talk races to a hare.