Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Grottoed
to the wall,
fluorescence afloat
4 wide
2 high
1 deep, an
ichthyologysm

pouted
angel smiles
in & out
of model caves, wile
winding, threading
faux drifting
forward & back fins, treading
like diaphanous lingerie
with nowhere to go

the smalls
hide
in tropical incarpceration
from striped black mollies'
embattled spece
& speckled zebras
in checkered futures
where none is welcomed
save C.F. Muddypuppy, Jr.
swabbing below O O O...
too bubbling unnaturally!

eyes
silverblue dart,
in confine grouper aggress
downturn at the mouth of hovel
graveled & pretty pebbled
this school for alienation
childfish innocence gone
of sweet, ingenue faces
gone
to 2 by 4 by 1 pool
tropicalla
not deep enough!

Vestibule
"Jake" chirrups
to his mirror
& circus clips
in grey-white plumearray
& orange jole
festooned canarycrown
unfurled-furled
talons & beak
that just won't speak
but
a plaintive, training whistle
in the day, night uncuttle
hungry
for more than scup seedlings!

All
whilst gaelic, loden lizards
thankfully...scamper.

H.e.m.
5.13.MMix.
(For J.I.K.)

i need a dictionary
comment suspended

sweetwater - If you had occasioned to Read my Work prior to this Poem, your obviously prudent intelligence would have alerted to the fact my Poems are inventions/portmanteaus/experimental to a degree, i.e., a dictionary will supply (not exclusively) roots (prefixes/suffixes...), mandating the perspicacious Reader to think, unravel the code to the sometimes-puzzles which my Poetry/Prosetry attempts to convey. TY for the attention, & the hopefully-sincere comment, I look forward to further comments after you have, perhaps, gotten the handle - H'H./H.e.m.

ilove/thisStuff
unmuzzle my pu-puzz-le
razzle-my-rip-a-zab
let the sas play on words
let word play on sax air
let them who dare
dare to read into out of
let the poem begin in the
beginning, middle, and
let blues sing behind
and before, let them
wing/sing let it bleed like
madras, stand on distant
written things, ring-a-ding
pre- fix suffer-for-x
demand dear listener
to lend me your ears
bare with me, gingerly
bare down and bore
through that trepanded
passage through bone & gray

hear what i say, say what i hear
throw that dictionary at the wall
hear my plea, let it smash against it
and let the words and definitions fall
where they may, hear what i say
today is another mumbo to jumbo day
jibber the jabber, James the Joyce
might as well go fishing in the gyre
this looked-up meaning is dire
i breathe language, so i desire

Ya say ya want a Revolution, Rabbit? Well, we all wanted to change the Morlde, but the King's Horses & the King's Men(?) 'splay other idee fixe... No matter, here, you get me loud an' Crimson clear! TY for the attention to my Work. I am impressed by facility, of which you demonstrate handily, so-much-so, I believed for a mo' I' was a dear friend's nom-de-plume running syntactical havoc down the Rabbit Redux... H'H./H.e.m.

This is salmon enchanted evening,
why it's octopussy galore gardens.
I like to be,
ah ah,
under your see.

H

Hello, h_p - It is/& if you declaim/& you are...TY, H'H./H.e.m.

I have no interest in unraveling the code, but I did enjoy the pictures.

Always tremendous potential in fish watching.

Yejun - My Work bears no mandate to the Reader to bare the "code:" however, from my experience having tropical fish swim around & thru my fingers & toes (yes, even fledgling sharks & more unpredictable barracuda) is far & away the sought-after-experience fins down; moreover, the message (code) of this Poem. TY for the comments, I look to hear more from your Pen! Btw, what potential do Aquariums possess for the possessed, if this is your allusion? H'H./H.e.m.