there are times when <br />life becomes one fish helpless <br />on the silent heat <br />of the coconut oil <br /> <br />to the utmost the harshness <br />lies on the charring of the skin <br />the protest of the scales <br />the flesh <br />no longer edible <br />to the chagrin of the mouth<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frying-pan/
