Poetry

Poem: Gecko

By: Alan Britt

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I hold a gecko,
mottled tangerine,
fat tail,
black eyes glistening
like papaya seeds
as if to guess
my next move.

Wise gecko.

Gary the gecko—
ultra-sensitive tail supports
32% of his preserves
as carry-on.

Gary the gecko
crushes basement
lamps to ashes.

Mantis shadows
vibrate eggshell walls.

Squalling saxophone
recalls Caribbean infancy.

Ours is never to question
why but simply to swallow
deceptions spawned
by imaginations
spinning faster
than planet earth.

Still, I hold a gecko,
mottled tangerine,
fat tail,
black eyes glistening
like papaya seeds
as if to guess
my next move.

 

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