Only one fish left The tiniest,least interesting, Guppy of a fish Turns out this so called non-violent Community fish Has an attitude problem And packs quite a wallop Zinging in to nose-poke the larger, Unfortunately slower co-inhabitants. Bee line for the eyes every time Constant, unending torture A bully day in and day out. Until they float ghost like along the bottom Upside down and sideways Swaying their macabre death dance A mass murder crime scene In full on illuminated display Right in my living room Just this...
Never really gave much thought to the term "hope floats." Yet as it comes to mind now, there is a clarity of new understanding and I'm almost surprised at the force of it How voracious the appetite for hope to stay alive Despite all reasonable dissuasion. A bunch of hot air Just forcing itself Up! Up! Up! Showing not a hint of concern for the heavy weight of reality. Hope floats and this one is eager to reach those fiery distant shores
Can't seem to get it right It's further from grasp with every new effort So
I give up
Why try to attain anything ? May as well give this "living in the moment" craze that seems to have swept everyone into their higher senses a decent go I suppose I could learn something new Let's not forget being grateful After all Who wouldn't want all that I already have?
So I shall continue to allow (as if Ihad a choice) the unattainable to stay in its place of high airs and snootery
Winter weary Heavy headed from fatigued boredom The clouds don't know when to let up Dawn must come soon Shine with bladed rays and slaughter the ice wolves of night Heated stench of black blood warms into the earth Tomorrow knows the whispers and happy sighs of the ancient trees These wind whips have nearly reached exhausted peace