Clam

The Calm Clam

with a bow-wow mouth
as big as my bald body
both lips thin and hard
carved in full eloquence
with my tongue grown right
out of my heart and soul
i am surely meant
to be a voice empowered
for all around me
either silt or sediments
shining dull and dark
with soiled secrets

i often imagine myself
like a free seagull
singing at the top tip
of a towering coral tree
as myriads of grains
of yellowish sand
are panned or sifted out
from the huge waves
galloping ahead

yet color-blind and tone-deaf
i am deeply oppressed
under the heavy water
where sharks and squids
keep yelling towards the sky
above my blue musings
as i withhold my tongue
waiting for a sunny spell
to translate my loud pain
into a muted pearl