Hunger is fasting always eating bubbles asking <br />for a people stick on which to chew. <br />Leaking tears of spice to mellow tast of you. <br />Sitting on a bay of sunken docks sniffing reused <br />questions fixing clocks flakes of mind floating by <br />a big deluge. <br />Baby fish in fluid takes no druid stones where <br />crazy people seem to lay angle fish swimming <br />close to shore hooked up with you. <br />Even a retarded fish can bend the rule floating <br />in a sea bent ruler way to fat to throw you back.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-work-with-retarded-fish-when-i-am-not-catching-people-watching-me/
