ALGAE TRUMP DID FIGHT
GOING TO BEAT ME, YEAH RIGHT
TRUMP ALGAE DID SMITE
See those algae grow,
In grandeur seabed green form
What a scenery!
Fifty thousand cells? You’re wrong!
No. It’s true, their leader said.
We’re set in jelly, thick and long.
Flagella’s push us through water.
We’re fifty thousand strong.
You look like green algae and dead!
Volvox laughed in a happy song.
Amusing my wiser daughter.
The dance commences, I retreat a step
Shattered from archaic engulfing patterns
You cha cha your storm forward in
Swirls of ancient abandonment and as
I skip back another, gasping for sufficient safety from suffocation,
You unfurl your blitz clawing the lioness’ leash
You decipher my terror and it emboldens your raging compulsion
Which suspends our inner children in connected cocoons and yet somehow
We cant reach each other as we intermingle desperately
It makes us stoic, empty and musically atrophied but
At a closer distance, oxygen less and congruently alone
And it sits frog like, stale and poisonous between us and still
The spire flattens and petrifies our reflections powered by a
Stalemate which devours our fragile humanity with a timid jocularity
Im flachen Wasser
Ernährt die hungrigen Enten
Wallendes Algengrün
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In shallow water
Nourishing the hungry ducks
Floating green algae
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En agua baja
Alimentando los patos hambrientes
Algas verdes flotando
Hop scotch not
Possible with these
Skinned knees
Bleeding.
Fish kisses wiping
Away the disparity and
Dismissing the
Consequence.
Admonishment so
Wholesome and
Irreverent.
Buried into the
Pillow now
Feathers disrobe.
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