Thursday, May 6, 2010

(love song, with two goldfish)




(He's a drifter, always
floating around her, has
nowhere else to go. He wishes
she would sing, not much, just the scales;
or take some notice,
give him the fish eye.)

(Bounded by round walls
she makes fish eyes
and kissy lips at him, darts
behind pebbles, swallows
his charms hook, line and sinker)

(He's bowled over. He would
take her to the ocean, they could
count the waves. There,
in the submarine silence, they would share
their deepest secrets. Dive for pearls
like stars.)

(But her love's since
gone belly-up. His heart sinks
like a fish. He drinks
like a stone. Drowns those sorrows,
stares emptily through glass.)

(the reason, she said
she wanted)
(and he could not give)
a life
beyond the
(bowl)

4 comments:

  1. Aren't we, um, not allowed to talk about this yet? Oh well. BAD ANDY.

    I feel so sorry for the boy fish. How could he turn to drinking?! :(

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  2. We're not allowed to talk about it until 24 hours after the exam. Clearly, this was posted more than 24 hours after!

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  3. X_X I just checked your post time. You are right. I have clearly begun to lose track of time. Stupid IB.

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