THE LITTLE THIS
a little this / a little that /my sweet parsley hat
big and bright/ red and full of dread/
blood from a river / made into a muddy mushroom
come here lavender guest/ life always has room
a little this / a little that / my sweet parsley hat
sticks’n stones / flesh’n bones / fire’n fat
for the stars will shine / nearby the rose will chime
come here, you boney lad / pay the ferryman the dime
a little this / a little that / my sweet parsley hat
cling to the magic hour / cling like mad
song of blackbirds on leafs / rustling like a trick
cling to the bright / my happy little tick
a little this / a little that / my sweet parsley hat
empty that red bag / empty it from all the dead
twinkle my ivory tusk / I got drunk on fairy mead
run faster / beat that heart / beat that snakehead
a little this / a little that
now I give you my parsley hat.
(This is a piece of my ongoing project, a short story, or better a bunch of short stories); pic by Author
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