Slumbering suspended in deep blue screen thought
submerged and sunken drifting on deep water currents
cold water from the depths of the world surging around
buffeting me with dreams parasites and proto-plankton.
Deep loss in the boroughs and suburban safari park palaces
an emotive ocean tumbling about in a two bedroom box
gurgling with compartmented rage in a clear walled cage
grappling arms clutching grasping reaching and recoiling
from the sharp cold touch
doubled glazed green bottle glass.
Barrels of laughter and fish to be shot
rolling through the streets often as not
baited hooked gutted and delicately salted
“This calamari tastes fucking revolting!”.