It's all like chess
You're the player
I'm the game;
A better strategy is all it takes
I'll win you over
Til then, see ya l8er
Allig8or

In his glass world
he seems to float
embryonic smooth and white,
not pure white but rather yellowish

watched by thousands of eyes
far from his ilk,
alligators in green, out there,
innocent, harmless

it seems as if they, in the evening
after the last visitors have left,
pull the valve out of his back
and let the air and life leave him