Misidentifying the Mugger at my Balcony
There is a crocodile on my balcony
And other such weird items
Placed randomly where I rent
but not at my own home
Comfort is a place I make
but the heart will always carry me to my own
The terrace came with a house
a broken bed
another half rusted, between battered and broken
And I dismantled both and made my bed
on a mattress ordered online
I sometimes hop into the balcony,
where the crocodile and I sit
We smoke and exhale into each other's face
his snout saves his eyes, "Advantage! crocodile"
The rains here on this side of the state are fun,
I have been told
A city that is less sensitive to humanity
than a few others put together in my view
The cabs don't work
the nurses poke crossed holes in veins
But that crocodile thinks its funny
when I sometimes ramble about my woes
Why just today
out from the hospital when I reached this place
The crocodile was sitting right there
all well fed and with no existential dread
I think it is not a real Crocodylus palustris
they don't live on terraces
I think my crocodile is hypertension
I keep at regardless of it's harmful intent
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