Thursday, 10 February 2011

Sonic sea

The diver records the mating ritual of sonic crustaceans
Clit clat, clit clitter clat,  n thwap
His bubbles urp the bass line blacking blues
Sunk in the sand
Old leather shoes
He takes it back to the lab to mix it:
A martini of sea anenomes
Lap their tendrils against the coral
Wooing the eels with their underwater whispers
Tracks smooth as a stone
That slip from the hand and
Skip from the land to a ripple
That fades like sleek slither to its sandy bed in a hot pebbled quiver

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