Backstroking
into a midnight snack.

That's some bad hat, Harry!

See the sign with the fishy graffiti?

It's supposed to be scary.

Come one, come all
on the fourth of July!

Put your kid on a raft
and watch him liquefy.

Then sail the high seas
with Captain Ahab.

Three men in a tub.

Too far out to hail a cab.

Guess we'll see who ends up grub...

When I draw from the inkwell
I do not use a quill…too flighty.
I do not want my words to soar beyond tangible reach.
I fear they may congregate for crumbs,
sing from cages or
commemorate feasts of trifle holidays.
This is all too red light-green light:
predictably pedestrian.

When I draw from the inkwell
I prefer to use a dorsal…
I want Roy Scheider & Steve Zissou to shudder.
I want my words to sink to the deep of you,
or hover just beneath the surface ominous.
I want them to explode grandiose
grabbing hold with the evolved efficacy
of 300 million years…

**I want my words to have a week devoted to them
on the Discovery channel.