The Remix: Mashup Mayhem

Inspired by mix and mashup artists like Danger Mouse, I've decided to realize a project I've been contemplating for some time now. Taking liberties with the work of the two greats William Jay Smith and Emily Dickenson, here is my life's masterpiece:

I Think to Live May Be a Crocodile

I think to live may be a bliss
And when I asked him why
Beyond my limit to conceive 
Go far too swiftly by

I think the heart I former wore
I weep because of pears
The other, like the little bank
And dark and crooked stairs

I think the days could every one
I weep because of socks
And majesty be easier
Like dance and shadowbox

No numb alarm lest difference come
Washes the sand in a pile
No start in apprehension's ear
I've never learned to smile

But certainties of sun
"...my reptile friend," I said
A steadfast south upon the soul
Your eyes, though wide, be red.

The vision pondered long
You could smile if you chose
That I esteem the fiction real
And wipe your eyes and nose

How bountiful the dream
And laugh because of pears
Had all my life but been mistake
And dark and crooked stairs

fin.

Hello, friends. How are you today?

Later. Love.