Shark in the Sea

Prologue --

Smiling sharks flash 

their teeth

for the coming strobe

The queen

copied the

seahorses

     wardrobe

Get out of the water!

Your make up

will run

faster than you can

     say

HEY

Pictures of laughing

jelly fish

tangled in 

her pubes

latched to

the bubbles

Stuck below

The queen screams

in delight when

the shark

succeeds in

      relieving 

its  

hunger

But my zipper is gone 

sunk to the bottom of her 

fish tank, 

    rusted, not golden anymore,

but rusted

I remember that one day when you gagged my mouth and poured 

Root Beer down my poor, vulnerable nostrils. 

I will never forget how drunk I got off of hating you (b***h).

Swimming in the mud 

is all we ever really did

when we were awake

(an interlude)

…

For He who grows silent 

Under the screams

of Her symphony -- 

remember

to chew

your

teeth and swallow

your knuckles;

before the song ends --

stand up and bow 

prematurely and throw a 

middle finger to the shark

But what does all of THIS mean?

exactly?

      (?)

Your thoughts may be boiling buried under your

sockets, trying to accommodate 

the stereophonic sounds being sported spontaneously

sprouting several sophomoric seconds of silent Solitude

` Certitudes bay blowing blue bubbles 

like a submerged 

jazz instrument

Its a laugh...

throwing all of your tendons out the window

for the taxis to flatten...

(After you pissed me OFF, I tossed your cat 

out the window, but at the time I was drunk

and I wasn't thinking about

the possibility of

causing a 

car accident)

But your ocean is filled with flattened moons

already caught and reeled in from the pulsing starry sky

left to moisten and swell and mold underwater

*

Epilogue -- 

The Shark made a home out of your heart & your lungs

Your eyes are dug up holes, black,

six feet of excavated soil

and bone fragment

and gray matter

I can't even look at you now

without shuddering

I was invited to a sushi restaurant

and I declined the offer. 

But I did go, 

sat at a different table, 

and watched my would be 

hosts dine on pieces 

of You and chuckle and 

choke on raw cuts of your Wardrobe.

I ordered a Root BEER.

Author's Note

Phor Phux Saex

Reviews

[Zoe Goldman]

Very nice poem, but some mature content. I sadly can't add it because I'm pretty sure my parents will want to read the poem book.

[Chadvonswan]

Haha thats alright. Thanks for reading!

[ZackOfBridge]

So strangely profound, you've got something here. Surreal Metacognitive poetry?