Dead Fish in the Tank

Dead Fish in the Tank

by James Rodney Moorer

 

It was like that, you know.

All sittin' around, floating like dead dish, hoping and

waiting, as if someone would come and scoop us

up, with a net no less.

And they did, but nets are full of holes

and it's still the same tank of misery.

It's like that, you know.

Looking out through that murky water, never could

see clearly.

But that all seems so natural, you know, that bad

vision should be an inheritance of an otherwise

farsighted people.

But dead fish can't swim, and it's still like that,

you know.

 

 

Reviews

[Cherrie]

Sounds like the Monday morning blues, BB and a harmonic to set-it to life.
Very clever.

[Emily B]

your words remind me a little of Norman Jordan, looking forward to reading more of you.

[Geel]

it is refreshing and truly a pleasure to come across such writes with dept and emotions that are raw and real.

[xXx]

clever

[Ed Hart]

looks like you're seeing well enough...