deepundergroundpoetry.com
Pescatarian
I bask in the sunlight
It's 12:58
The air is cool and the breeze undulates
I separate the wavelengths
Into red green and blue
I analyze the footpaths
Of the fatal chosen few.
Destined to walk
On concrete sidewalks
And they lean to the side
To pick a rose:
Now a door, close;
Bilateral vision of the third-most degree
Something's afoot
Something smells fishy
I glance at the reflection
Of a plane overhead
In the tinted window
Of a casket and head
It's immovable and fetal
By joves it's superb!
Flavored whisky and wine and
Table-served herbs,,,
What happened to the candlelight?
The whales went extinct,
Dearie the light that we see by
Is only a flash of flint;
And on the tentacles of the kraken
We lounge and dine
And I kiss your cheek
And it all feels fine
Published 23rd Oct 2020
Author's Note
On a whim, decided to try and emulate arortiz73's remarkably recognizable style.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 2
comments 11
reads 337
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Well this is not short of remarkable itself! And while I do recognize the emulation; I also see your style retained as well. It's as though we're partying on borrowed time; or there's been a death in the village and we're celebrating in the square - I can literally feel the juxtapose and contrast in this and it's fabulous!
p.s. - I've always had an aversion to fish!
p.s. - I've always had an aversion to fish!
23rd Oct 2020 7:49pm
Oh gosh, I actually didn't even think about a contrast developing here, but I definitely see the worried smiling and eerie happiness that's seeped in. Poetry for me is a spur-of-the-moment activity and I rarely plan much out. thanks for reading!
23rd Oct 2020 7:47pm
I like fish, but I have never tried whale, because it is illegal to hunt and kill it. Keep on writing.
23rd Oct 2020 8:24pm
23rd Oct 2020 8:03pm
23rd Oct 2020 8:11pm
It's all fun and games.....But careful, someone's died in the house. We gotta look for the killer Ray!
23rd Oct 2020 8:19pm
In the game of clue, I choose:
Weapon: a glass bottle of "The Kracken" whiskey.
Scene: Street sidewalk by bushes.
Site of Injury: blunt force to the back of head.
Victim/Culprit: Narrative swap from you as the victim to you as the perp.
...
How's my guess? :D
Weapon: a glass bottle of "The Kracken" whiskey.
Scene: Street sidewalk by bushes.
Site of Injury: blunt force to the back of head.
Victim/Culprit: Narrative swap from you as the victim to you as the perp.
...
How's my guess? :D
23rd Oct 2020 8:29pm
You are correct; the killer has claimed many, and he is elusive.
But a revealing: his hands pass through windows and can stretch outwards in a straight line for up to 100ft, but he cannot bend his arms. Any touch of his causes instant soul separation and the body dies.
Now, where is he...?
But a revealing: his hands pass through windows and can stretch outwards in a straight line for up to 100ft, but he cannot bend his arms. Any touch of his causes instant soul separation and the body dies.
Now, where is he...?
He's either in a nearby basement window, under the water, on a boat, or all three.
He could be a sniper, harpoonist, stingray, or all three rolled into a triple narrative. (Now I'm getting the whiff of a war submarine or warship.)
The title "Pescatarian" suggests that his victims are actual fish, but also women, and could even be ships (water vessels are feminine).
Am I sniffing the right omega 3?
(There's also a murder hornet joke lurking somewhere in here.)
He could be a sniper, harpoonist, stingray, or all three rolled into a triple narrative. (Now I'm getting the whiff of a war submarine or warship.)
The title "Pescatarian" suggests that his victims are actual fish, but also women, and could even be ships (water vessels are feminine).
Am I sniffing the right omega 3?
(There's also a murder hornet joke lurking somewhere in here.)
24th Oct 2020 2:02am
My poetry is very lightning-strike, it's spontaneous and I didn't plan anything at all when writing it; but we're really expanding off this little universe we created!
I'm considering he's a male siren; he himself is the fish and he lures those in to consume him(sexually...? maybe), only for him to consume them in turn. But he lives in reflective surfaces, hence why he can strike from windows and puddles on the side of the street, as long as the ocean and the lakes.
I'm considering he's a male siren; he himself is the fish and he lures those in to consume him(sexually...? maybe), only for him to consume them in turn. But he lives in reflective surfaces, hence why he can strike from windows and puddles on the side of the street, as long as the ocean and the lakes.
25th Oct 2020 10:28pm
