Well, as the Brits would say, PHOAR!!!!!!!! Nat's been sailing on a magic carpet ride for the last coupla weeks, and I have a feeling that my dedication to this site may be sporadic at best for a while. More details later. In the mean time...

FISHING

He caught this fish
with his bare hands
gasping for something to fill her lungs
and saticefy her wish
to suck the juice of life
out of every cavernous, liquid, catacomb
and as she sings with the sirens
from the bottom of the boat
she asks him,
will you cherish me?
savour me?
thank me with succulent sauces
and the stain of fine wine
against my shimmering skin
disolving on your ready tongue?

or will I be undone,
flung in the gutting bin
with cigarette stubs
and that stroller
left on the curb
abandoned for better toys...