Spring Break

the righteous gurus of topical rain forests flaunt their precious heart valves with the bravado of warriors returning from the battle of swordfish dragons that swore their allegiance to the procrastinating beluga whales of French Canada where fat kids dressed as cockatoo and lumberjacks that cry glittering rainbow tears into rusty cans (slapped with lust!) of gold and then sing the songs of old ice cream men that speed by little children eagerly waiting with dollars crumpled in hands now faltering with heart fallen crab cake eyes.  Porpoise.