Dismembered flies on his bookshelf Cremated ladybugs on the floor Homemade napalm in his toy chest Bloodstained thumbtacks ‘neath the door The target practice is potsherd Now the assassin lies in wait With a slingshot aimed at a songbird That is about to meet its fate He tattooed his face with war paint He grew up bigger than his prey Morality was no...
MERMAID It was so long ago that I drowned And forgot life above the surface. I fell to the depths, lost hope of being found, Grew gills and a tail to serve my new purpose. Spending my days, water blurring my eyes Bloom flowers above me, squelch mud below. Living in the nothing reflecting the skies And dancing in the currents that are...
Once, I was afraid of the ocean… …and I did not understand why. So, I began to think. What made the ocean “the ocean”? There were, of course, blues and greens and sparks on the water where the light touched the surface and pierced into the life below. There were schools of fish, always moving, Always together, always dancing. Shelves and shallows, teeming...
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