“Tiger Liars”
Forever this stamp
the folds of your heartthrob
once upon a time
this desert was you
watching the iron ball
throb in a silk waterfall
through miserable seas
I’ve travelled in hollowed-out ogres
boats for wooden oceans
deer eyes, shielding the ferns
and all these sadness raindrops,
a windowsill with a dusty horse
neighing and sputtering
and traveling light:
only a cane and a suitcase,
only a hat and a green dove
for the parrots to fall in love with
calling me ever again
to brush my hair away
until wigs and manikins should stare
and ball bettings slide
to the roof of your ice pop.
nicholauspatnaude 
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