"swallowers" poems
A thought in process...
Imagery that tells a story....
I can see
the Prestigious School of Gills:
The Conservatory of Velvet & Blues.
In the process...
The conservatory will need to
hire the Ground sharks
to make sure there
are no shellfish or
Crappie fish laying around.
Once all the Crap is
swallowed up,
we can hire Dolphins so they
can share in their porpoise.
Even in the deep,
we have trouble with
Blackchin. We should consider
hiring Giant Wels to calm
the Blackchin. if that does not
work, we will get the Bigmouth Buffalo
to calm all the Bitterling.
I do need to get around-
I should Perch a Black Neon Tetra
...and find some Pumkinseeds.
I will need to hire an
Octopus to get the building
done sooner.
In one hand- I will use a Hammerhead.
In another hand- he should use a Sawfish.
I will need two arms to scratch
the Rough Scad from the floor.
Two more arms should
use Smelt-whiting on the walls.
We need Muscles to do the
heavy lifting.
Finally, the Octopus will need two
arms to lay the Velvet.
EEL!!! I have noticed Roaches!
I noticed the Roughy patches.
Hey look!!! We do not need to
worry about electric-
we will just use electric eels.
To right- I will place the lampfish.
Do not worry about the
evil of the Ghouls & Devil Ray-
I will be sure to Discus
with Alfonsino all
the trouble with the
Blue-eye, Bullhead, ***** shark.
We will have a Whale of a time,
omitting the Suckers & Swallowers
from the Red Velvetfish.
I need to cool
things off with icefish.
And to keep the roofs from
leaking, hire the seals.
Our Seahawk Security will
be watching for the White Shark.
If you see them please,
send out the Yellow Jacks
and I will use the River Loach
as backup for there is plenty of
fish in the sea.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
As we exhale hopelessness
Helplessness seems to follow. Photosynthesis is to the plant as the plant is to the swallow.
Neurological misconceptions lead to fragmented perceptions.
Inhabitants dancing upon the bitter mountain side.
Swallowers of regret lungs drown with red. In our self produced misery We seem to wallow.
As the sun rises, purple & yellow shadows prance the meadows.
As the sun sets, purple & yellow shadows parade the meadows.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
in a barbershop
one hears
off
with his head
must be
slow town (this)
with dreamy
approximations
of coasting
wheelchairs
and uphill
bug swallowers
believing
it is hidden (it)
like a fishhook
in stomach’s
wig
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC