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hegel gothic
a fugitive from that clear tear
filled reservoir,
she had not used despite
emotional fractures,
his fracking of her loins
as a way to magic love gases
leaving stains on nocturnal linen,
it was a dimension of time
she did not want to fill,
running through avenue of trees
and answer that once and only calling
leaving vomit on tree roots,
offering to those sprites that
intrigue our fairytale curiosity ,
dark folds and long chimed bell,
within heavy breasted heart
answers writhed as a bed
of worms center of her being
and all that it withstands,
change had many prices
and used only certain currencies
that she had to pay,
was it worth it
nail scrawled words on her back
proved it
Sunday whirl
in the benthic zone
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay
concupiscence
he fled those vicissitudes
and hid in the parables
that spread like marmalade
over his life,
as an intrinsic alchemist
transforming the jewels
that drew light into her eyes
nymphlike was not always,
she kissed his lyre
and lingered on the notes
crouched mouth to mouth
the dust of longness
passed between them
hands often released
and time again became frail
his tremors sounded as trumpets
with impossible sobbing
a deep reconciliation
a finger of saffron stained
the tongue
and wafted in embrace
yet he could no more
and neither she
amazed at speech carnivals
that wound words over
rolling track
pirouetting horses dance
to an inconvenient truth,
he listened to the stars
and read long passages
delirious now that it was
divisible,
tomorrow became perpetual
sinuous flow
word of the day your favorite word i got carried away again so i hope it works as i have not been functioning so well recently , all the best
no more dirty shoes
moon leaves hoofprint clouds
as with horses it races,
old stars more than pieces of rock
show somber interest,
there would be no more
shallowness to the sun,
as on earth below
with fingers in urn
scattering ashes
feeding eternal foliage,
those hoofbeats drummed your name
quick reflection passing over water
ashamed moon hides,
the longness of souls given to solitude,
ashes scattered in arcs
summer has laid it’s green pasture
as darkness fills the air
fireflies imagined appear
wishing for a net to catch them in
and crush with celestial hammer,
empty urn falls
shattered by hoofbeats,
damp meadow reveals the place
you began,
ambiguous shadows almost bestial,
tears make streets upon your face
all that could be over was,
coming with dust, dreams and flesh
the enchanted
and persistent stars
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