Word Toccata in A Major
Jaundiced ’53 Cadillac in my sweetheart’s carport.
She leaves the hole keys inside the empty fish bowl.
Hidden in her trunk are a set of golf clubs with knife wounds;
Her secret boyfriend with the purple tattoo of a face scar,
Recites from shotgunned memory the Love Song by Mister Eliot,
As my sweetheart bathes upstairs with a fleeting candle and Camay,
Pure white, and scented as eucalyptus breaths in the cooing moonlight.
Fevered ’49 Commodore parked luridly in her back alley.
He retrieves the hole keys from within the empty fish bowl.
Hidden in her trunk are a brace of golf balls with black bruises;
Soon he will trudge through fairway greens in pursuit of exotic birds,
Reciting Prufrock with two young robins pecking seed before him.
Upstairs now, he relaxes in my sweetheart’s bath with Camay and a gun,
Pure crimson, and scented as medusae bulbs in the screaming moonlight.
Categories:
medusae, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate
This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far
Their venom so potent that rarely animals survive
If humans are struck they are in fear for their lives
Once it pumps nematocysts into the skin
Be prepared for the pain to begin
If caught in time this can be addressed
Acetic acid has been found to be best
But to look at this species it's hard to believe
That they can end a life as it no longer breathes
In her nature world has she gone to far
That this beautiful blue, in oceans a star
It all boils down to how oblivious we are
If the truth be told, man is the monster
Categories:
medusae, nature
Form: Couplet