Shark Soup

Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind A lost recipe for happiness but and he had no appetite for nourishment Attrition boiled over when nutrition resembled a poisonous chalice Too tired to take stock he dwelled on his primordial soup turning back Primitive and involuntary he turned on the gas and smelled his demise Rotten onions had depleted his tears thinly sliced and disguised Fetid leeks leaked misery a trickle or two at full stagnant pace Spoilt thyme oozed malodorous rosaries into beads of corrosion Squashed tomatoes splashed foul decomposition into his eyes Fennel funneled his vision into a bubbling hell of indigestion Olive oil splashed straight into his heart with no glimmer of peace Cantankerous garlic would not fend off his festering demons While a bay leaf could not keep mortally morose sadness at bay Great white oblivion but slowly Tim made friends with predation Resolved he was allergic to fishy feelings and toxic distaste He did not remember at first how to simmer emotions and passion But onions started to sprinkle tears of joy and the shark pointed the way Soon leeks from a Welsh legend delineated friend from mal-aligned foes Thyme soothed his splattering cough and he found his true inner voice Tomatoes seeded bright red orange chakras from base to the top while Fennel fought of bloating depression and conquered agony’s cramps Previously oblivious oils from virginal growth re-birthed him into life He licked his wounds and wild garlic from an ocean of wonderment And chose the berries from a long forgotten and noble laurel tree Tim had barked up the wrong perspective and had muted the roar Eventually he conjoined ingredients recipe and fortunate blessings Left the sharks out of the chowder and slurped smooth soup into his shell