December 6, 2014 by babylondogs
Don’t take a monkey to a baseball game.
Don’t attend an opera with a unicorn.
Hold onto snakes only when they smile.
Eat popcorn from the navel of a naked girl.
Those are but a meager portion of the mad wisdom
of the one who stole my heart
and then wanted to give it back.
Those are the aphorisms of an apparently crazy
who wasn’t crazy at all; merely better at conversation.
Where is she now, after these years of absence?
Where is the bronze girl in this glittering world?
I will go now, rising from this leather couch,
to search for the girl who knew more than me.