i have a special room at my house
it's very small and quiet
it has a white bowl in the middle
full of little brown fish
they have no eyes or ears
no fins or flippers either
i imagine they stare at me
...they have no eyes!
no lips no tongues
no telling brown fish lies
with no current
or offshore breezes
they just float
and occasionally
they bob up and down
two thirds under the surface
like effluent icebergs
bobbing away in brown fish town
they have a disgusting cloying smell
a vapour like stench that lingers
touch them at your own peril
in case you pierce them with your fingers
they are extremely fragile
which makes them soft to touch
they just want to be hugged
and they want it oh so much
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
BARE HUNTER
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
By Tina D'Angelo4 days ago in Chapters
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