Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The fishbowl

The circus mirror reasoned with me today
It told me, This is you
Swollen eyes, guppy faced

I was placed here, in this bowl of tears
Lapping life in eclipses of filtered oxygen sighs 
To eat clouds of floating flakes of fed emotion 

Belly side up 
The world looks much the same
As the carcass of our mother floats 
Into the giant machine that feeds me
The world is an upside down 
Hideous rotting green


As her bones rain in white snow flaked doom

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