Tuck Fish: Poems

Tuck Fish Apr 2012

I do not believe
In many things man has made.
Most of all - progress.

Tuck Fish Apr 2012

Tell me what you see
When you look at me, my eyes
Glow akin to wolves

Tuck Fish Apr 2012

What are you now, cloud?
While I slept beneath an oak
You were shaped like carp.