270 dayears
I am jo..jo..jonah
years marked by meals of krill
and deep sea giganto squid
3’s, 9’s, and 3’s
are the mark on my head
our head…a-fla..fla..flopping when we tire
when we are on full-term tenterhooks
such Arabic magic
serves only
to point
to the point
at one time, admiring the shells
those primordial mobile homes
an oyster’s scuttle bemused.
the day I was ready
I did not know
was The Day.
and now I relish giganto squid…
such strange happenings
such strange happenings
what are you people doing up there?!
I’m certain 7’s are part of the formula
(greed, gluttony, sloth, envy, you know the routine…)
but I’ll be damned if I can fig..fig..figure it out
and I guess I am just that
left craving fresh greens, sunrise, and a shed husk.
this came roaring out after viewing Joseph Campbell's "Power of Myth" yet again.