Goldfish Memory

by on December 12, 2020 :: 0 comments

Flash
Food
Sinking
Slurped

Words
Spoken
Specious
Meanings
Meant
Wrongly
Wound

No sound
In the bubbly deep
Fizzes and pops
Are felt
To hear
The seashell hiss
In assaulted ear

There was a thing
A happening
Now lost
Now gone
But a sense
Of situation
Carries on

Fish
Fish
Wishes this

editors note:

All of our thoughts silently sing in the mad fishbowl of existence. (Read two more mad missives from MH on his page – check it out.) – Mike Fiorito

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