The Toad with Golden Wings
There was a toad
with golden wings
That landed on my blackened lily pad
Maybe it smelled tears
Diamonds on my back
Or maybe just passin through
Like a dust devil
Red Kansas sun
But who was I
To look a gift frog in the mouth
Wide, and white as cotton
Boy, that mouth could murder
A whole mess of flies!
We sat, in the ashes of dreams
Lives inside lives inside lives
Lived, and gone
And I love me
Something silly
Something that sounded like
STOP
Those aren’t hood ornaments
Those fat little angels
Silver plastic, smiling
And the painted children
Laughing
Under Chinese kites
That dive, and slice
Can’t you see? Can’t you see?
Portraits of Now!
Then he chugarumped
And laughter found me
And somewhere far from here
Where stars are made
Eyes opened
And I cried out, oh
You bumpy little creature
Now there is a hunger
Between my brows
A lid that yearns to lift
An itch, a twitch
A whisper:
Let me see! Let me see!
But before I could kiss
It lifted, and away
I guess he just didn’t want to be
A prince
That day
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