World’s Deadliest catch
Crab Pots dropped to the sea floor
Fishing for King crab
© Copyright KC. Leake
3rd November 2025
All Rights Reserved
Butter melting atop flames
Ready for dunking
Sweet meat from grilled king crab legs
Open the spiked case
Remove flavor bombs
Of sweetness
My!
20 nods and 20 winks,
it’s all smoke-and-mirrors
me lazy bones think
Swampy eye creatures
say dey got a thousand-dollar discount
sofa solution
And dey gon put me
on a ten-dollar monthly lay-away plan
This 20/20 optical illusion
be straight up sewer smell talking
Old-timey lip confusion,
king crab style slug moon-walking
Dem gator jaw creatures
say dey gon make jobs be penny plenty
Telling dat to a son of a slave,
is bat-crazy
spit
flying out of a man-hole cave
Giving work to somebody in chains,
sho’ do a lot of overhead save
This 20/20 optical illusion,
it got a downright awful toilet smell
Dem publicans ... croc smiling,
all gon be flushed up da river to jail
Every 20/20 lying double vision,
sticky fingers and scaly toes ... swampy sin puppet
twins be flushed down da pit to hell
You say in the name of Allah, before you slaughter a calf, picture agony split -n- half, while the air inhales my pain, but somehow I still laugh, turtles see a different sight than a giraffe, picture an alligator biting a hippo in his ass, -n- the moon stinks 4 it hasn’t had a bath, while my stomach digests the meat of a king crab, pouring honey all over my wife’s thighs -n- abs, jealousy comes when one man haves, what the next man had, power vs. cash is like a broken arm -n- a cast, I thought she was beautiful, then she took off her mask, my emotions changed fast, this is poetry mixed with jazz, with a pinch of soul -n- a hint of class, do I love her like a commode loves ass, I bask in her panache, after life comes a toe tag, the air inhales my pain, but somehow I still laugh, picture agony split -n- half, do I love her, why ask.
Life it seems
Like forever, but
It goes by so fast
Of course I love
Her, you asked so I
Answered with
A laugh, life, enjoy
Her while she last
Priests of cave temple
go to sleep. Street urchins
drink the thinner, eat nail polish,
crushed lizard for a kick and then
go without food for three days.
The valley burns. Of what consequence?
Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed
icon walks through the bodies
sleeping on slimed stones,
somehow.
Do you hear the wails? The sirens?
Whole life spent on margins of future,
drinking your own salt. A shadow
wants to know, what was the hour
of destiny?
Windows tremble. The owl’s hoot hangs
in the air. Fearful dawn fails to
disclose the identity of death’s kiss.
Green anemone engulfs the king crab.
A cloud brings a message.
SATISH VERMA
The Moonlit shadows swept across the beach
The waves in the distance seem so out of reach
A beautiful sand castle stood all alone
A marvelous sight of seashells, gems, and stone
Out from a rock crawled a little crab
His current surroundings were a bit drab
To the left of his rock he saw such a sight
He looked up and down and was wowwed by the height
When he saw the castle all covered in bling
He crossed the mote and was instantly king
Priests of cave temple
go to sleep. Street urchins
drink the thinner, eat nail polish,
crushed lizard for a kick and then
go without food for three days.
The valley burns. Of what consequence?
Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed
icon walks through the bodies
sleeping on slimed stones,
somehow.
Do you hear the wails? The sirens?
Whole life spent on margins of future,
drinking your own salt. A shadow
wants to know, what was the hour
of destiny?
Windows tremble. The owl’s hoot hangs
in the air. Fearful dawn fails to
disclose the identity of death’s kiss.
Green anemone engulfs the king crab.
A cloud brings a message.
SATISH VERMA
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