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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