​If the Moon is a Heart, There is Too Much Bullfrog in It

A bullfrog flew the moon into my shirt pocket
when i was born Slow glowing heartbeat

When i turned eleven and my voice went walkabout
My mother tried to convince me the frog
had climbed into my throat Her eyes kaleidoscope
pretending telescope Faulty stethoscope ears

Where my voice echoed back needs no atlasing

My body didn’t extend like a metaphor
but i kept footnoting my youth like
someone’s going to major in my autobiography

Cliff notes for the autobiography of a swallowed frog pilot
crash landed in a fictional pocket:
Fuck rabbits
Trees are infinite ladders of gin smelling future napkins
                     so much mud
Four years saving fly corpses until they fluttered into spaceship

Fuck gravity
navigating around bovine gymnasts and fiddling cats
I caught the moon bobbing in space’s wake

Moon as handkerchief
Moon as party dress
Moon as moon in unfamiliar galaxy
There are so many moons in the universe

The frog’s moon wasn’t local
You haven’t seen it

Frogs in throats are myths
They settle in livers

Frogs for hearts
Rabbits for libido
 
Fuck the moon
The frog’s greatest achievement
was beating Super Mario Brothers 3 in fifteen minutes
Swallowing moons is so 1991

My voice’s greatest achievement was a three
month vacation in a stranger’s ear
The only parts of our bodies we ever shared

A bullfrog flew my shirt into an ex’s closet
It didn’t fit me anymore anyway

The bullfrog hits eject like a spacebar on an old typewriter

Fuck my mouth
Galaxy of awkward images
Uvula echo Uvula unreliable narrator Uvula promise
echo Good intentions Uvula Mint flavored swamp water

Fuck my lips Uvula echo frog legs
Fuck fuck
Ribbit
Fuck achievements

If the moon is a heart
there is too much bullfrog in it

The myth of my heart as satellite is a lie
perpetrated by Lenny Kravitz and Slash
like everything they wish was hurled into the vacuum of space
they named my heart Axel
Uvula Echo Ribbit

I’ve never known where my voice is
in realation to my heart