A MIDNIGHT'S STROLL IN MY GARDEN

I am floundering in a sea of fish guts.
I cannot find my way out of the quagmire.
Help.

Catching the Non-corporeal

Woah!
I caught something.
Nope.
Never-mind.

It was just a piece
of your collective imagination
crumbling into dust.

And my attention span . . .
waning into the night.

Keening
like the siren call
of a dead cat
chasing invisible fish
through the stratosphere
of dreams.

Scarecrow Fish

Once upon a day
while rolling in some hay
a scarecrow said to me,
"Son, quit playing in my guts."
Thanks to that day,
I now hate swimming.