The Aquarium - The Uncluded

Just this morning I heard a prehistoric mass

In a river water tank utter

«Please don’t tap the glass, thanks.»

«Hold a moment.»

told him

«As an overgrown oaf in a coat of exposed bone you are not afloat alone»

Choked up, poking his nose in the moat, cold

«We have all known combing

Gross mouths foaming

Dough down

Particles of broken code

Exploding in a chip and soda coma

Slowly overdosing»

Rovers opposite the jellyfish and stars

«You were jelly on the colors and regenerating arms

Set to entertain a couple thousand suckers for a charge

And you can not shake the feeling you are being fucking farmed

Great fossil, knowledgeable and docile

Dry land’s nice but the slants quite hostile --

Here, equal parts passive and aggressive.»

He said «If that’s the case then brother help me flash the message.»

Please don’t tap on the glass, water augments that tap to a crash

«Here fishy fishy.»

is a bad forecast

First tap never once double as the last

Today a creature with a body like mine drifted by

Said «please dont tap on the glass, mm hi»

Urban turban muumuu, mama vacationing

Cow of the sea, worlds outside your window stationing

Me at my post do I look inside jealously at you wanting out

Not knowing propellers slice deli meat, meeting of the mind’s eye

Through the glass, giving thanks for the sea where nobody’s a big fish in a

small tank

Do you slow motion float through a confined free rise

Or run the risk of getting chopped up to bits outside?

Is there anywhere that you can find a little balance between

Small cell prisoner and motor boat madness?

Does being free mean needing to be open to the sadness

Where gentle giants bitter-sweetly half fill oily chalice?

She says «If you figure out how to, forge your own way.»

When your peepers spy the creepers raise their fingers up please say…

I float alongside flotsam caked in bad algae

I deep throat choke spirulina blended collard greens

Land barracuda breed quicker than the water ones

Brand name spawn slaughter estee launder college funds

Nobody want a lesson in the sleepy lesser species

They want a hot pretzel and a seat at the penguin feeding

Little fingers dodge the slimy cukes here in the touch tank

No one gives us bottom feeders so much as a «yo thanks»

I jump sharks too, not the kind that sink a fang in

The kind that make the people closest to you think you’re Satan

So escaping through a cradle of accumulated plankton

To a man without his footing pretty frankly sounds amazing

Change my charlie tune can open water entry cod chop

Sic balls, surface dive butterfly, belly flop

Hooked by a line or by a krabby pot drop

If it gets too heavy trim a little jetsam off the top