The tides created all the races;
The snapping fish, their jaws are bones
varied width, shape and bite
by their want; the great wanting.
(It comes to you right now)
A greater warning for tomorrow’s
uncertain perils, the terrors of another’s
You swallowed me whole.
Inside of my every nerve-ending I
sought a god of temptation; a
low-hanging fruit, a beautiful snake
of a man. His scales looked at me;
(he saw, heard and felt)
too much innocence – stay with your
own (he said), the ones with the brown eyes,
brown hair; your own type.
Everyday someone new calls me “little fish”
but that is good.
I need that to drift by
waves in this ocean are the sounds you
offer in love to my ear; so many ears.
(Sounds of all)
Lots of cooing, proclamations of love,
in every language, in every mode, model,
frequency, even in the umbrellas in the
rain: in the drops fallen, in the sound of splash.
Treble bass, striped bass; lovely vicious woman,
you pike – hidden flounder, the murky mud makes
you mine. Trudge inside, burrow, feel the inevitable
seeds of time fashion novels, round-heeled boots,
perfect visions. All beauty, perfect lines
in art, the sculptor’s fist, in poetry the
length of time attached to the pause and beat,
piano’s put forth the froth atop this cup.
We’re all bait for the big one
(that is what happened
to me in my dream)
Last night, ere I saw
the alabaster, the shades of pink,
the darkest mud; black depths
the tides created all the races.