Toad
Toad
Toad
by Christian Ward
Eyes swirling with the molten cores of marbles, how you shimmy your way into documentaries, how you commandeer territory with a latex throat pulsating like an '80s Howie Mandel trick. Film strip spawn - a mirror image. Jealous are the songbirds in Disney colours, foxesstealing sunsets in their furand badgers hoarding the night. You are the unlikeliest lucky charmwho makes the world open, turn.