When everything to bits is blown and all
remained of us are brainless bits of bone,
I wonder who will see our species fall,
all snapping selfies on our Android phones.
He’ll have to be E.T., most certainly,
to have survived a fool’s apocalypse.
And if I’m right, he’ll use telepathy
instead of flapping gums and smacking lips
to share with folks back home our final tale:
The town will gather ‘round our foreign friend,
his star-boiled gils resembling flaky shale,
and all will think as one, until the end,
and then together shake their slimy heads,
distraught to learn our parents slept in separate beds.
*Proudly written on my phone
while waiting at TGIF for a haircut :)
Categories:
gils, divorce,
Form: Sonnet
Come dive down into my fishy world
come swim under the sea with me
deep down from the sun, to the bottom rung
we’ll have fun if you come, you'll see.
Even though I'm a slow, lowly catfish
just a vacuum cleaner with gils
I love wriggling my scraggly whiskers about
as I sift through the sand for my meals.
While I scrape along the ocean floor
I make plenty of watery clouds
they help me to hide as I dart about
so I try to be quiet, not loud.
They say I'm pretty tasty to eat
I don't want to get caught on a hook
that would really ruin my fishy day
got my cat eyes on, better look!
I've already lost Louie to Cajun Bob
who fried him up for dinner last week
luckily I don't purr like a loud, land cat
promise not to squeal, you're too sweet!
Written on 5/10/2018
Categories:
gils, fish, fun,
Form: Light Verse
Seagulls saunter the shoreline, nipping at scraps of dead fish
Hunters and gatherers will soon have more than a bellyful
Gils choked by the black tar and oiled wings await Gulf sea life
Categories:
gils, animals, nature
Form: Sijo