A Paragon

Like a starfish― you are 
not a star, always opening 
the shells― with your tube fest 
to find the pearls. 

Predator― you will attack 
in a crowd― when it is dark― 
coming out of your skin. 

Flesk for flesh. It was your dynasty. 

I cannot reconcile. I cannot 
play the game of chess― 
and checkmate the opponent. 
Will wait for a nemesis. 

Unorthodox. The nature 
reveals its move― in the galaxies. 
The earth is in― 
mid-life crisis.

Reviews

[Catherine]

I love the punctuation used in this because I can read it in a certain way without worrying that I'm mistranslating it, and I lean towards poetry that doesn't rhyme. Also I love the scenery, it just flows (for me) from under the sea to a busy downtown area where no one is paying attention to a park where two old men are playing chess to a complete zoom out of the earth itself, spinning alone.