September 3, 2010

little fish

the dogs are barking in the sky
over you they scream your name
the moon to you is just an eye
the late night gambling of yesterday's shame

single frown of Gemini's trade
leaking from yellow stars
you see the little fish you made
in the glasses at your favourite bars

you can hear the sea is calling
swimming inside the bowl
pearl and gold the stars are falling
then swallowing you and all you stole

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