a friendly fish named frank always stayed near the surface of the tank the vast vistas of human faces in his mind always stirred up traces of an empire that long ago sank
if the comte de sade came back to earth and saw the new cosmos giving birth oceans of pornography vampire novels from sea to sea what would his dreams be worth?
an unknown prophet named slim couldn't swim he was thrown in the water but old pharoan's daughter just turned up her nose at him
blind potato murphy played the blues he walked the hills of ireland in his alligator shoes he drank poteen dreamt of fair kathleen and paid his union dues
bob, a humble barracuda sought the path of the true buddha a dinosaur banging a big brass gong followed as he walked along and quite destroyed his mood, ah
a sunfish named stagger lee lived in the depths of the sea a sea lion named bob (or was it billy?) thought his paraphilological positions were silly and never invited poor stack to tea
an electric eel named ed wore a path to perdition on his head he didn't know its approximate cause so he kept it wrapped in gauze and took another med
a platypus named roy was no stranger to ecstatic joy he could feel the earths heart beat beneath his wary webbed feet but his demeanor remained quite coy
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3 comments:
Felt like going inside fun house. And I'm not talking about Stooges, which is great too, but that's an other kind of fun.
timmy, i loved this poem. i like all the names too. thanks. the title sounds like it could be the title of my memoirs, which, i'm writing at the moment. the memoirs of a migration worker... but i won't use you title, promise.
ande and mule, thanks, glad you liked them.
mule, if you would really like to use the title, please do. who knows, maybe somebody else already has used it?
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