Maybe I do not want to
get over it this time
Maybe I just want the
opt out, the quit
A fish started to fall
in love with a bird
That’s it; rather just
leap on the shoreline
Suffocate in the open
air
Get eaten by the crabs
as the birds flap
No glance at the
horrendousness
Distended and haggard
Salmon body chunks
clumped off
From swimming against
the current
Enough trying;
surrender the scales
Have the tide take
care of the rest
The bacteria and the
viruses
The million ways this
could have gone
Knowing this was the
most likely glaring
Like a bullet for a
revolver cylinder
Accepting the shadow
of the casing
Slipping in the tube
for that sweet kiss
Crimson and lovely;
done with attempting to fly
To swim, to walk, to
flop around like an idiot
Muttering obnoxious
infantile poetry
Where the audience
can’t wait for this fucker to shut
So the next fucker
will get on with it
So it will all be
done, the grand finale of having to listen
Endurance that any of
this had purpose
Peering into the
mirror in the woods
Howling but no sound
comes out
Embracing there was
never anything to say
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