floundering, splashing, cavorting
just below the waves
dark and brooding seas
I’m sure the sharks look up
with wicked grin and snicker
deciding whether or not to bother
with my frail bones and empty skin
a little bit of blood for all that effort
hardly seems worth the trip up
from the deep blue sea to me
not that I’m grateful, really
I’d rather see my pathetic frame
snapped, dismembered, gulped
once I made a more tempting tidbit
some cloak and dagger magic
prize for the taking before wasting
away on belching vapor steams
lost in my own ambition, or lack thereof
this is not a narcissistic glint
of self-reflective preening
this is a wanted poster:
one tough hombre of a soul
el diablo con muertas y amor
cuatro malvados: armados y peligrosos
con palabras y la poesía
reward: $1000
(preferably dead if not alive)
a simple man 