Fish
poetry and fish / have certain things / in common
JAKE
Snakes and Stars
They approached from opposite ends trying to find the best entrance into the labyrinth of holes and passages. They nodded to each other, and both stuck their poles in to the rock pile from separate ends. They were immediately greeted by the insidious hiss of a rattlesnake.
If Cerberus Was A Bitch
Good girl!
Warzone
CW: Graphic Violence
Even Better
but not with words, please, no.
Thirty Minutes, Tops
Oh, I know what you’re up to. I might not know all the “unfinished business” rules (not that your lot ever bothered to tell anybody, lazy sods) but I’m in charge of my business and I’m saying that I’m not done. I shan’t be intimidated.
That hag needs to be taught a lesson and that lesson is me.
Walt,
“One touch of your hand to mine O boy”
— “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night,” Walt Whitman