For a while now,
I have felt like I need
to cry
and I don’t know why,
which I suppose is reason enough
to cry,
but I do not,
which I suppose is another reason
to cry.
*
Goldfish have more
recognition than you
about how far
we’ve sunk,
but I guess we
forgot how well
dead things float.
*
I used to think that
the worst fate was to be
alone,
but now I know
that it is surronding yourself with people
who don’t surround themselves
with you.
Mizpellt wurdz 
I adore your poems. I’m not commenting on all of them that I like… just reading mostly.
I thought dead fish floated too… but my Beta fish Loki died at the bottom of his bowl, rump up… his billowy fins just ever so animated by any vibration… I used to think he was a depressed fish who would once in a while dance with a penchant for “jazz hands”…
Posted by tabbyrenelle | June 30, 2015, 1:51 pmI wonder if Loki would’ve liked the poems, or at the very least think they were a bit of jazz and a lot of dancing.
Posted by kacperniburski | July 3, 2015, 12:33 amLoki was named after the rabble rousing trickster (not the Marvel comic movie character but based on the actual Celtic lore) Yet, he was his own fish… so he’d have gotten punchy on certain poems of yours, and droopy on others, and then magnificently animated with a full zoom ahead performance chocked with Jazz hands on your best ones.
He was a moody fish, what can I say?
Posted by tabbyrenelle | July 3, 2015, 10:31 am