No, I have not taken up
scuba diving or snorkelling.
Big fishes creep me out,
I see their small relations
on my plate usually shiny
with butter or sauce.
I will drown from fright
seeing them magnified
a thousand times.
I’m a surface dweller,
there is a proportionate,
amount of space I took from
this earth and filled
with my nonsense (and rhymes).

My life is mostly mindless,
Fat and content,
filled the borders of my skin
with good and bad stuff,
I don’t know which is which,
we’ll just see what gives.

Sometimes though,
Leonard Cohen plays from
some somewhere, or a line
from a poem squats on a Netflix
prologue (usually Rilke).
Events lodge themselves together
like an Arcimboldo painting.
The deep pulls me down,
where far and few wade.

Poets and Mermaids.

12/15/2022

Posted on 12/15/2022
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