Piranhas
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"Piranhas"
Piranhas
thrashing tales
to the feeding frenzy
de rigueur
someone’s torn
they can smell the blood
pointing fingers in a mirror
writing with burley
on their star studded
glowing wall
craggy oysters
peppered salty
grey and green
furry mouthed
blunt, stunted minds
lacking wisdom
scattering envy
curling vitriol
like iron fisted pucks
those imperfect pearls
their sharp siren songs
piercing voodoo needles
from an old scratched
and broken record
flip side B,
all the same
a coin with two heads
and a common tail
they are swollen
and swallowing
their own scales
with self-righteous weight
a turgid brown load
of what they think is right
they all take a self-satisfying
accusatory bite;
the one’s observing
outside of such fish-mongering
schools with open minds
non-accusatory, are Lotus-sitting
floating transcendental
meditating, on the left
cooly regarding
the killing field,
with disdain, those weary jewels
out of sight, terraforming
eyes behind the glassy veil
glowing minds of light
satellites viewing
with their third eye
see the forked tongues
of Piranhas yapping
hyperbole, barking now
like wild dogs
tearing a piece of meat
from the stomped on
eviscerated bloody prey,
they pray,
making sure
their holy Marys
mother of gods
songs are heard and seen
first, passing morsels
like it’s the last supper
they all fight to take
reptilian lead
flight or fight;
a cat walks
amongst the fattened up
clucking chirping pigeons
silently silently
hair follicles bristling
the tale’s up, the fable’s read
between shadow and light
sharp eyes and teeth
watches quietly,
all the sheep
following sheep
off their slippery
mountain cliff
steeped in the blood
of now lifeless others
into the churning
goodbye farewell adieu
shark winning
piranhas chasing dolphins
mucky churning
writing in a writhing burley
All Trollish Sea
boiling and stewed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Radiohead - Weird Fishes/Arpeggi Subtitulado
https://youtu.be/ZZytljiG6Wg
“Typically, bait is chopped up on the spot and thrown randomly overboard, or is placed in a chum tube and manually minced at intervals to disperse the bits and pieces of burley. The problem is, that without a constant steady stream, fish lose the trail and it's not as effective.”
puck
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/puck
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