ode to the ikefish
These fish were jammed into this fence by Hurricane Ike.
This is my ode to them;
like rumplestiltskin, wrinkled and wasted,
not one hair on the chinny-chin-chin.
a flounder in the fence,
I'm an ikefish,
oh fuck, I'm fucked,
how did it come to this?
my friend over there,
comes complete with garnish,
easy lunch for a skinny cat,
with ribs like twigs,
fragile window slats.
I didn't ask for such a fate,
fuck! I was just swimming around
like nobody's business.
just one more wash of water,
please, oh please.
1 comment:
very fitting for the fish.. you did him proud with this little ode..loves ya... A
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