Monday, 20 September 2010

Poem a day, 20: September 20th 2010

Today, I feel like a shark.
They have to move or else they sink
and I know if I stop I will never find
the surface. I have poor eyesight.
I have been known to hurt the innocent
mistaking them for seals and turtles.
Now I have sworn off seals and turtles
but I have already been misrepresented
in the media, and their stories grow sharp
and attractive like coral. I swim
back and forth in the water
with massive depths below.

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