My O.A.C. Writer’s Craft class
occupied a children’s component
inside of the incredibly H.E.F.T.Y. syllabus
I clearly remember, I was stuck
my wheelhouse has ALWAYS been poetry
a children’s book – perplexed me a little bit
I was seriously
into dark fantasy
all the pitch in my brain suddenly
rendered as irrelevant while
forced to scribe a tale worthy
of perhaps Hans Christian Andersen
right, so, back in the days of old
there lived two fish — flushed
down the toilet in a fit of rage
once all the bubbles cleared
their descent into the murky abyss
discovered endless
creatures that lingered
cozy inside of the profoundly
deep ocean trenches
no welcome signs
just a desire
to take
to promote
Freddie & Freda
to the literal catch
of the day
as home raised fish
their plump crimson tangerine
bodies met their tragic
demise in the mouth
of a pork bellied anglerfish
plasma coated the pointy
fangs worthy of any
insane vampire
Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, Under New Management
CCIQ Press 