The crocodile of time
Eats a hand
and always comes back
for more.
One last cup of coffee
in the raining city
- an arm -
One more game of pool
- an eye -
Just five more minutes
on the plastic phone
-a leg –
All add up to an individual eternity
- a body -
The crocodile returns
but cannot crush
a flying soul,
free of time and place,
pick and choose
the pirate ship
- a life-
1998
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