Blink

The fish scales have it all,
a camera roll on one.
From a downward swing in golf
to the never ending yawn of death
and a stretch of butter from a honey bird flight,
the lather from fish has it all.
A blink
a tear,
sterile gasps from drowning folk,
the theory blinks of man
are dying in hooked muscles...

©Steven Francis poems 2012

This (For) Jellyfish

Like an invisible brain
floating in a murky ether,
this meshy monster
fingers the void with oily vines,
buzzing in salty crevices
that were not meant for man.

Jellyfish, more aloof than lobsters
and blind to sharks,
groping the flora of death black abysses
to unleash unparalelled stings
which show scorpions how its done.

Bitter list of many faces
while sullen arches fall.
The beggars knees
kings jewel,
Gods navel
gypsy strings
and will of Icarus,
all owe debt to the fatty grace of the headless fish...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012

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