ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Six fish (five alive and one dead)swim i am immature in blue my eyes a speck that time and science explore field of reed i lie on the floor gobble water and breed scaled fear i am lovely and lonely related to stone and brook slimy fanged guts full of mud I am rude in the sea in the nude unshod i am a fish my hide delights the tide find me among reeds in a pool grasp wide for me fool i belong in river and creek and dell my death is just a smell i gape at your air i am nervous and everywhere feel me with cold horn fingers see how i wriggle in your hand you’ll never understand lie me in butter or in salt left to hang i am piscean and stiff and end up Rhymes for a mood, 2007 |
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