Something Fishy About Today
Dead fish floating on the surface of the sky,
your smile is like a red bag of nails,
your heart is black mud,
your skin – cool as glass.
Bubbles fizz in my bottle, they
measure time,
the time in which we
don’t say a word.
This silence can kill but
there’s no such thing as silence anyhow.
Deep down I want my ideas to eat you.
Deep down I want to say something complex,
profound, something that’ll
make your eyes shine like crystals
and not them
dirty old pennies.
Here, rattle your thoughts and drink up.
The sun’s coming out and
I want to see
what is looks like.
* David Mac's work has appeared in Ambit, Mud Luscious, This Zine Will Change Your Life, a couple of poetry anthologies, regularly in Clockwise Cat and Monkey Kettle. His debut collection The Luton Ghoul Booms a A5, 52-page booklet, is available for £2.50 from lutonghoul@hotmail.co.uk
