Chicano Poet

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Idle Thoughts Of A Sea-Monster

The Lock Ness monster comes up
for a breath of fresh air,
no pesky Nessie hunters

seem to be around,
no tourists boats are near.
Off in the distance

a castle stands
in the light before it gets dark.
I swish my tail

and head back down
into the murky depths
that must be universal.

The clouds are weeds
up in the sky---
these thoughts spill in my mind.

Look, there’s one of their stupid cameras,
supposed to capture my image
for mankind.

I always grab it from behind
and point it away
from me.

I settle to the bottom
and sometimes even wonder if man
is just a hoax.


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