Two-hundred and Seventy-two: Shark Heart

Stop! Drown.
Polar Bears think in monochrome,
and hold microphones to disaster.
Keep going in circles, or sink.
Feel here, the way my shark heart
thinks in film noir quotes, all the while
reeling in plastic laughter.
I think there should be more floors
between the penthouse and the basement.

But what do I know?
I’m swimming underwater, goggles lost,
struggling to choose between black and white.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

6 thoughts on “Two-hundred and Seventy-two: Shark Heart”

  1. “I think there should be more floors
    between the penthouse and the basement.”

    “I’m swimming underwater, goggles lost,
    struggling to choose between black and white.”

    I love both those lines a bunch!

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