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Saturday, November 24, 2012

holopopomo day 24: the lobster

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry:

the lobster

to the lobster in the tank
who is trying to get free

you are just beyond my glance
but i crane my neck to see

i am watching you climb up
on the backs of all your friends

and i don’t know what you think
how you hope this effort ends

all at once i feel a chill
and i don’t know what to do

am i also in a trap
is my battle futile too

then again, i realize that
unlike fish awaiting fate

i at least can sit and eat
this spaghetti on my plate

The end.

By the way, this one is a true story... right down to the spaghetti.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me. 

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