Wednesday, February 11, 2015


This Dolphin, you only wear my darker ties,
a dandy as piscine, the executives of Kraft,
drawn through this maze of jaundiced chi
by the meandering singularity of Ephedra.
When I was troubled in mind, you made me a new body
which got caught in your hangman's noose of dolphin radar lines
and made to bow and scrape before a weird fish.
I have sat and listened to too many
words of the collaborating muse,
and plotted perhaps too freely with my wacky ties
not avoiding injury to others,
not avoiding injury to myself--
to ask compassion . . . this kook, half fiction,
an eelnet made by a man for use in eel fighting,
my eyes have seen what my double windsor dolphin did.

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