chronicles of a ride on a black alligator

let's ride the black alligator
through hills of silvery sand
travelling at the speed of thunder
in a carnival of masks.
.
The street get's a bit softer
as the grass is setting down
in a magic world of terror,
of roughness, of sound, of light.
.
Don't worry for what may come
it's safer to be in a cloud
than to fear for a mischieving
a white rabbit might have done.
.
It's time for the little horse
in the giant carrousel
spinning around alone
appealing to one and all.
.
There are wolves that never sing
they are busy with their tails
searching a way around
making holes in the ground.
.
A fat fairy kisses me
and you and nobody else
she tastes like a sweet cherry
frozen twice eternally.
.
The rainbow covers the sky
from one horizon to another
if it begins to feel pain
colours will pour like rain.
.
The black alligator's lost
and it won't come down for now
it will wait for other suckers
other trips, another summer.
.
AMARO EFTIMIO