THE LIZARD - original poetry
the smell of the lizard, its paper heart,
its control, its everywhere intensity,
weilding its little lexicon of fear ...
sometimes though the snake is beautiful
from a jungle path uncoiling in the dusk
the smell of the lizard, its paper heart,
its control, its everywhere intensity,
weilding its little lexicon of fear ...
sometimes though the snake is beautiful
from a jungle path uncoiling in the dusk