amoeba

i have got a dead cicada
in a jar of alcohol
never sings too loud on sundays
never seems to sing at all

also got a green amoeba
shy of public scrutiny
left behind her petri mecca
took up residence in me

my amoeba, i can sense it
greening in me, feeding on me
symbiosis within reason
may not be a dread disease

supplement my dead cicada
with a horny trilobite
all i get are stony silent
horny fossil dreams at night

if i love you, green amoeba
you who manage to survive
will you love me back and will my
poor menagerie revive

my amoeba, i can sense it
greening in me, feeding on me
symbiosis within reason
may not be a dread disease