Some people get punched
knuckle slap, bonecrack
richochets form bloodlakes
behind organs
A viscous waterfall, red,
makes eddies at its landing
I wait for fish to wiggle out
from underneath
A dazzling one would be nice
yellow, yes, and wandering
the kind that feeds, oblivious,
on painweed
The yellow happy rib fish
leaving joy wakes
pinballing the edges
of heartbeat
(5-21-08)
About Me
- Traingirl
- I like pomegranates and figs. Maybe it's all the little seeds, like beginnings. They'll add up someday to something sweet and bright.
1 comment:
i had a dream about rib fish last night and didnt know if they were real, so i googled it and found your poem and it made me happy
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