The Handsome Troll
The handsome troll could see them
contradictions like meteors
crash into the black of the street
where he collected them
in the pockets of his denim jacket.
To be thrown later
into the fire
that cooked his truthful songs.
The bearess and the wind
on motorcycle rides
rode around the island to
awaken volcanoes and get a rise
from the elves.
They howled at the sun
and laughed in the face of
camera wielding walkers.
Shouting truth! truth! truth!
something they kept
in the bottom of an old cigarette pack.
The bearess growled words of woe
One eye blue the other white
lost to a brawl on a dark afternoon.
She collected air fresheners from
pub toilets and cursed her father's vanity.
But love lived on in her eye.
This love for a handsome troll
came in jittering waves of chemical magic.
She saw them in bed all winter
eating the corpses of badly behaved lovers.
But he preferred the wind,
to chase her about the island,
and watch her dance in the trees
and surf the crest of waves
and blow the maps out of tourists hands
and when she was happy whisper in his ear
and when she was mad,
pound his windows and curse his songs.