“We Were Innocents Then”
A kid took a trip aboard a ship
broad and strong, he grew
into all the trees
never ceased shaking a lovely headdress
we were innocents then
died with the blondes.
A spell took a sparrow swallow
through all swirls of oil waters
your digital walls
to pull through sailboats and tooth
and the day lobster’s sigh
the dry moon of afternoons
spray a devil wore
any ecstasy
without your throat coat
a cheetah’s perm
coated in miserable jams
and fresh squeezed
the green blood of crocodiles
trickling through the eaves
we’re innocents then
as now and ever were
a kiss of poison, a flower of pain:
I can’t wait to end to begin again:
we were innocents then.
Puzzled by a swollen poster
hung on your bedroom wall
a drawing: that is all
but fill would feed your feared friends
a bottle of rum could start to cry
the spells we won, the beasts
through bushes at last release
on bloodied knees again
we were innocents then.
We were innocence’s then
and under wounds were flowers
at least in undress
turned heads from centuries of rain
the soul’s will to begin again:
we were innocents then.
nicholauspatnaude 
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