In a cavern for all the Undead,
they examine the hole in her head,
when she opens her thighs,
maggots drop from her eyes
(it's the smell of sardines that they dread...)
written 23rd of May for Tania's Bawdy limerick contest
we are he, and he are we, and we are all together...we are the fishwife
Evening Panorama
When the moon is intransigent to a gloomy cloud
Stars filching to stare the horizon
Sparkling luster luring across the sea
Lunged me to stroll along the seashore
Hear the wave’s commotion
Offshore to see slowly vanishing lamp light from a fisherman’s boat
Some nocturnal species tending to be gregarious
Envy of a fishwife for darkness captured her fisherman’s heart
Beside me is an old lighthouse
Pirouetting the pulchritude of the sea
Luminous as a pathfinder for mariners
Showing panorama for such piscatorial area
World-weary, I indulged into stargazing
Starry-eyed that evening to the starlight
The visage of a departed loved ones
I yielded to cease being awake to the whooshing sea waves
Honorable mention to Laura Mckenzie's Beyond Nightfall Contest: 3/20/2010
daylight emerging
sleepy harbor roars to life
fishwife hawks her wares
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