Alligator Heart, Part 2

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November 24, 2008

Sure, you’ve reasons to weep,
who hasn’t, but, please,

you still have me, with shelf
upon disorganized shelf of inventory,

so what if the sun sticks its thumb
in your eye and the ATM refuses you,

so what if the guests leave
for the wedding and never arrive,

from somewhere there’s loud
and incoherent hammering,

rockets with bright tails
tilting toward the void,

another solar system built just for you
out of love and cannibalized parts.

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Comments (5)

Jackie

November 24, 2008 at 2:13 pm

The third stanza is my favorite. I love the hugged assonance of ‘sun’ and ‘thumb’ and ‘stick’ and ‘its’. Even if this was done unintentionally, it has a fantastic rhythm to it.
deb

November 25, 2008 at 10:03 am

Terrific poem, the last stanza nails it.
Jane

November 27, 2008 at 12:10 am

Love the”me” who has “shelf upon shelf of disorganized inventory” – and the imagery in general. Very nice.
christine

November 29, 2008 at 12:00 pm

I’d love to have this poem written for me! Great.
angie

December 7, 2008 at 12:57 am

Ha! That’s cool. Loved it.