We did everything we could
except that time we ate a head size of fish
went out of bounds
jeans kept slipping off
but it wasn’t dark enough, yet
no we stopped still
for faces of meth
dolphin spray
agitated delirium
We couldn’t save him but we tried
we tried again when the silk dried
sunburnt backs
wireless calculus
hybrid dementia, the grim One
it could be the fishy one
hot paste and what’s Coming
when the fork doesn’t matter
when the spoon won’t help
even chopsticks and fry bread
stop
breaking through
sweating cold
into the soul of mystery
gone beyond
gateway one way
another bite of fish