Learning How To Walk

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“What new altitude of sin” cry my scales and tail and fins
And though formerly submerged my lens is now absurd
To my paraphyletic friends with their notochords to bend
Inverse bliss paralysis and my words remain unheard

I’m learning how to walk
To fuck and fight and talk
A shark without his brine
Exhausted on the rocks

Against my tetrapodic foes pumps my ectothermic flow
With all the ferver of an eel this operculum to seal
Too early and too often must a chimera bellow thus
Even I could not conceal that the landlocked blues are real

I’m learning how to walk
To fuck and fight and talk
A shark without his brine
Exhausted on the rocks

What are these made up things like zip code, taxi, shoes
Such elevation for an ichthys unprepared
Typewriter ribbons tangled up in nylon lines
Out of the flood again and right back into black

Given saline to inhale and a reef not far below
Like a submarine in flames and her hazy afterglow
Maybe north is just a hook that I read once in a poem
Nevermind the rising tide and eschew the undertow

 - March 2016 -