#tank
is unlike any other gauge you have ever seen:
The E
resides at the top,
it’s a peak,
a notching of
filled and fulfilling,
an acknowledgment of you at your most
Excellent,
you have placed a piece of yourself
on a
screen, a giant sized curtain ,
and your have signed your
name with a cursive confidence,
*** what have I done)
and you sing out
Done!
and you scream out,
What have I done!
but the oddity is:
having emptied
your most personal self
for all to see,
the gauge slow falls down to
F
for
Fufillment
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
My child said, "Let’s get fish, it’ll brighten our day."
Now four tanks later, the light’s burned away.
We started with one, a serene little pond,
Now we bankroll Atlantis - a watery bond.
The fish came first, naive and adored,
He said, "Let's add frogs!" - Sure! I'm fiscally bored!
But fish eat like monsters: fast, smug, obscene,
While frogs starve politely - amphibian cuisine.
So tank two was born, a symbol of reason,
Splitting chaos by glass is somehow in season.
Then Möp declared war, his fins full of spite,
Chasing poor Tröt through the day until night.
Exiled to tank two, a solitary fiend,
He broods on revenge, unnervingly gleamed.
We packed for vacation, escaped for a week,
Returned to discover the frog plan was bleak.
So tank three arrived, a relic of grime,
Scrubbed with regret and industrial crime.
No equipment? The shop sealed our fate, all slick:
"Buy a bundle - it’s cheaper!" (Economics’ trick).
So tank four joined in, the final decree,
My home's now a shrine to watery spree.
Möp floats in silence, plotting coups in his bowl,
A monarch of madness, no subjects, no soul.
The frogs croak in corner four’s algae-plagued gloom,
The fish swirl in tank one, plotting my doom.
I water-test daily - existential despair,
While bubbles rise slowly like prayers to nowhere.
So, four tanks hum softly, absurd and profound,
My living room glows, but my sanity drowned.
Each hum reminds me, in rhythmic refrain,
That tank three's still empty - and I am insane!
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
i was brought up to
read books and play the
violin
i am from the heart of the
world you
know
a place among thieves
a place among business aspirations
a place among the pines
actually like a
postcard however
someday a clan of
gory
icy
determined
men came into town
men who took up
residence
between pines and a business park
buildings were built by the
men of the clan:
golden paint
giant offices
porsches
lambos
maybachs
gory
icy
determined
men had come into town
yelling in strange terms:
brate
hajde
jebi se
unexpected assassinations
executions of local mobsters
****** threats on judges
jebi se!
brate hajde
old methods
new turf
a war began
clan against mob
murderer against murderer
man against man
this place where i
lived
this place among
pines
turned into a war zone
year 2019
corners packed with hordes
willing to die
armed with
machetes
pump actions
rocket launchers
tanks
this place where i
lived
this place among
pines
turned into a war zone
year 2019
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
I used to watch Thomas the Tank Engine as a child,
now it's called Thomas the Train.
I have pictures with Thomas the Tank Engine,
not Thomas the Train.
I love Thomas the Tank Engine,
not Thomas the Train.
Why did they change it to Thomas the Train?
He's a tank engine...
He's Thomas the Tank Engine.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
they will not live
they do not live
as I stare at the tank,
willing, hoping, praying for motion
nothing
they say the third time's the charm
we reassure each other
as we pour the remains away
so many regrets on choosing brine shrimp
my initial joy in the lab goes down the drain
with the dead
brine shrimp
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
I was stout in youth
Time was running, too fast then
I went through a wall
No rose forever last bloom
Today I'm afraid to fall
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
I am not fond of any luxury car,
So they gave me a Company car,
A 16-wheeled armoured car!
'Tis indeed a very rough ride,
High above the ground is its ride,
Enemies are so afraid of my ride!
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
The outside is blue
And shaped like a bowl
Perhaps a tank
Perhaps the air I am breathing
Is water
I float in space
No, I swim
I am not a human being
I am a fish in a tank.
--Eleanor Rigby
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
I fear the bass and treble.
The Stuka's nasal voice ringing out.
The tremulous earth beneath two treads.
The planet itself was set to tremble.
I fear the detonation.
A whistle in the darkness.
Harmonizing bass and treble.
Imminent inflammation.
I fear the bass and treble.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
Thomas, Edward, Percy, James,
There is a point, not random names,
Scarlet, Kevin, Stuart, Bob,
I've not gone insane, become a ****
Manny, Diego, Granny, Sid,
I've not gone hypo like some kid,
Twelve random names that mean great fun,
When watching telly with my son!
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
I said I love that black sando
You said it's tank top
Whatever it is, sweetheart
I just want you to know
You are always adorable to me
Whether you wear black or white
It is not the outside that I see
But your golden heart inside
So when I say I love that tank top
I want to hug and kiss it
I actually mean I love you
I want to hug and kiss you
The way you hug and kiss me
Since you took my heart
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
What is a wet cat called?
"Stupid"
That's what the fish gurgled
That's what they laughed,
There bubbles of ridicule
Burst on my submerged ****
I'm glad none took a bite, they
Were meant as lunch, but a wash
Was all I had.For they were but a snack,
A meal to be had, but I was the
Last laugh, as cats and water don't
Mix like fish and dry land.
I'm glad there memory fades, and
Doesn't last, for how could I keep
This a secret, that a cat out played
By fish in a bowl who got the last laugh.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Suitcase filled, gas tank
full, the keys have been returned.
Finally, left you.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
The fish jumped out of it's tank
this morning. It was a shock to
see the empty bowl and hear
my gasp as I saw its sticky
body, wet on the counter.
It was oddly poetic.
that's the second fish I've had
jump out of its tank.
I don't understand
how it mustered the energy.
Maybe it was a suicidal
fish, if fish can experience those
emotions?
I treated it alright though.
Maybe it was sick
of being trapped in a glass
life and wanted freedom even
if the price was death.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC