porculpa you catch your claw
in your coat
again
and feel white fire on your mangled wings.
i imagine you catch paws with your fish in
swimming pools of that murky, tearful shade --
porculpa:
you are not who you dream you are,
your watery scales shedded where your one
colossus dream curls in rings; i catch it
right at your elbow
and you don't know what it means,
but porculpa, you do fly in water
like the fish do --
(07/06/2017)
YOU ARE READING
THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
