"sinkship" poems
To the exotic fisherman
who may stare at
the silver-scaled fish
in wonder--
this shall be your new catch.
With souls like nets,
and pure-blue eggs that hatch
new ideas in a flash!
Savor this fish as
it flicks its tail in a splash
to return home to sinkship hollows.
For you detect no
like creature
precedes or follows.
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 6:44 PM UTC