I swim along.
Along with all the others.
Fins that are not as vibrant.
A tail a bit askew.
No point.
No point in
taking interest in other fish.
We don't do that,
not down here.

We swim.

Those hooks,
they taunt us.

We bite.

No one hears
our cries of pain.
Even the others.
We don't respect much,
not down here.

We swim.

We're not very
quick
clever.
Just responsive,
and not responsibly so.

We
just
*swim.

Marijuana bowls
Bubbleubbleubbleubbleubble
Red eyes all around

Such an abundance
of absence.

Absent minds
they wander aimlessly,
thinking,
never knowing.

Absent eyes
they linger, dead,
looking,
never seeing.

Where are the humans?
They seem
to be
absent.

What if I compared my bed to
a cloud?
And I slept in the dark
night sky?

Would I dream of
birds and planes?
Or just sit beneath and let it
rain?