Octopus DelightA Poem by Annette Jay SweeneyIn lights permeating a sea of subtle green, the octopus sat amongst them, coals burning its herb hair in masochistic delight. Each hose- tentacle reaching out to hold hands, until they drew it to their lips. Upon this touch, a breathing, and a gurgling arose from deep within its bowels-juggling water as air flowed between this creature and the group. As if some dirty game were going on, white ink shot out the top, and tips of each long tube. The people rolled it around with their tongues before expelling it in streams, clouds, some rings that swam apart, and even drag it back in through flaring nostrils. In the corner, one couple delicately sharing went so far as to pass the smoke, a game of suck and blow. They come here after nights filled with fumbled shots, beers chugged, and crappy karaoke songs cried out. It’s almost as if the touch of car keys in inebriated states call a subconscious song (jedi mind-trick?). © 2010 Annette Jay SweeneyAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on August 12, 2010 Last Updated on August 12, 2010 AuthorAnnette Jay SweeneyIDAboutReading and writing have always provided a loving escape for me, but both are now taking on a more serious level. I thrive on reading others' work and helping them to improve, while also depicting my .. more..Writing
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