sideways mudfish

somewhere between

mentality and physicality,

 

went fishing for my Light

in a sea of troublesome shades

 

sideways mudfish

wriggle the half-dead shore

after; before

sliding darkward

 

masochist moment

bleeds

the sky red

 

muted aggression,

naked destruction

massive holes bandaged

with bottomless addictions

 

punctures simply appear

 

purple/black clouds

shaped like tongues

that lap pain from this empty

bucket head

 

 

no ground to be resolved

 

only falling

 

scars don’t remember

 

they whisper distractions,

add up subtractions,

breakdown the fractured

fractions of an incomplete

confusion

 

sideways mudfish

wriggle the half-dead shore

 

no less; no more beautiful

than an abstract pig man

on a secondhand red couch

with no firsthand knowledge

as to when the collision

will happen;

 

a balled up existence;

always waiting,

worrying,

anticipating

 

awkward impact

 

and then

whatever waits

behind that bloody,

muddy curtain

Reviews

[roarke]

all ya want to do is go fishin' and the dang universe splits open spilling strings, and dimensions and the infinite soul psyche EVERY where.
so..... what bait you usin'?