He was
but a Neon Tetra
Dancing
To the music
Of Frank Sinatra
Wrapped in
Gold fish
Fins and Discus
Rims, moving
To the groovy
Tunes of
Gourami Pins,
Covered
In Guppy
feathers
in ecstasy
he stood,
When she
Came and split
The tether,
Broke his
bone
to jitters….
And left him
Gasping for
Breath in
A rotting
gutter
She is
But a dolphin
Clad in
Devil’s jeans,
her iron fins
swaying
she came,
choked
And broke
His head
to trillions…
Her stylishly
Malevolent
Dolphin lips
Sucked
every bliss
Out of his
Dreary brains,
turned his
Merry lake
In to a rotting cake
and left him
for dead
with lake
full of
Maggot
pretties
Copyright 2010 Shashendra Amalshan
Photo from - http://www.flickr.com/photos/amykins11/382512439/sizes/m/in/photostream/
I think I am a Dolphin in Devil's Jeans...After reading this I can't help confessing...I love the imagery so darkly presented here Shan and it is so well written you see that it makes a saint confess lol :-) Intelligent stuff as always..