Alligator Poem #22

Dear alligator, your deadwater fumes are wilting the wallpaper. Dear alligator, your soul is a great lagoon. Dear alligator, your skull is on my desk. Dear alligator, your eyes are glass, obsidian. Dear alligator, there is no heaven for you, only more leather, only boots, satchels. Dear alligator, the obscenity here is the bolt gun into your skull. Dear alligator you float bellyside up and are hoisted with chains. Dear alligator, you swim my floors, you hiss. Dear alligator, the cats of the neighborhood are watching you. Dear alligator, none of them trust you. Dear alligator, they will never step into your throat.