Midnight ramblings of a chondrichthyes-dulled mind.
The clock tolls.
Cartilaginous fish, illegitimate fish.
It's all the same, as the darkness
and the morbidity and the hate
envelope my mind.
I'm sick of this all.
The clock tolls.
Clouds roll in, concealing the secrets
of echinodermata.
Take another sip.
Found in the Pacific Northwest.
Where else?
There with the rain and the vampires.
There I'll make my home,
become friends with pseudocris along the way.
I finally found a shark
in British Columbia.
The clock tolls.
And one in Alaska, too, now.
They're deadly but not romantic;
I decide; I'll not like them.
The clock tolls.
Author notes
Meh. Staying up late to work on Biology project on Pacific Northwest + being obsessed with Twilight = random poetry.
Honesty is appreciated!
Comments
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interesting
It may be random, but it is also very good. Great vocabulary; I don't see much of that around here.It reminds me of something someone would write at two or three in the morning at an old, decrepit coffee shop that's open 24 hours. I can just see some old man sitting a couple of seats away from you, sipping at his empty cup, and the tired waitress scrubbing the same spot on the counter she's been scrubbing for an hour.
I really liked that comment about the sharks:
"deadly, but not romantic"
It made me chuckle. Overall, great write. Also, thanks for the comment on my poem.
~Rose
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this means alot of old things to me
like growing up with the mob some what
you packed this poem with imaged
great job
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Haha, I love the biology-inspiration here. Very creative and the style is awesome!
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