Dead fish,
I am wearing all black.
You are wearing all black.
It is hot.
There is a whole nother
world. I think
full of the dead fish smell
and lubricant.
Sunlight when sunlight
is not what you want.
Malaise getting acuter. Does
make one want
to bleed blood
bring the damning
to a head
finally.
Be dead, even.
Or whatever
that would certainly be a terminus.
at least.
And the fish
though that
floundering,
macerating in it's own juice,
bearing down
in lieu of
staying up
if that at all helps
(it does not.)
trying to make his way
through "Rocko's
Modern Life"
in one go
there is an
enticing water bug
in it.
