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Jul. 29th, 2008 12:23 am
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and I don't know
for how much
longer he can
continue living
between the sheets
of storm glass
that lead me to
believe there
are different
panes being
missed out on.
Hairless rats and
siamese cats
in my pocket
while he turns
his rings into
wishes to be
thrown against
the night.
All the while
I carry this
crocodile heart
against my side,
a saber to
rattle against
the haunts of
past and
keep me in
comfort when
reality takes its
slow, insidious creep to
the street,
like clockwork-
once more.
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Ok.

So, I didn't find a suitable image of a gentleman crocodile, like I was searching for (although I was presented with some that were very close). HOWEVER, I did find this one:

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It's an anatomical drawing of a crocodile heart. And I am now in love with it for some unknown reason. When I was on the phone with the Engineer this afternoon, yammering away on the subject (Lord, he is a patient man), I said: Haven't you ever come across something before, some sort of image or object, that strikes a chord and you don't know why? It just resonates within you. This means something to me. I just don't know what yet.

So.

This drawing is going to be shortly finding a home on my skin. Most likely just under my ribs, on my driver's side.

It will be my second heart, my back-up.

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