Beada Beada
I was just a thought, across time and space
an atomic dust dot, tossed at lights’ standard pace.
Cosmic gas must’ve wrought lime green grins and a face
and it’s panache busting flash, I ought and will not erase.
A smile at light speed, no aim or control,
and while a head I might need, I grow frame, brain and soul.
As I fight to be, to fulfill my fates’ role,
the sight seen before me…is ..a..small,.. sky blue…bowl?
Still in the distance, a shape from my grin.
That’s Pluto, for instance, then came calico skin.
At Tethys, I noticed my back had this fin
and I’m an oafish, bloated catfish with a weird, wire-whiskered chin!
I crashed my first SpLaSh! in the sea near Japan.
There’s a rash that inhabits this free world of man.
I attached to Namazu as his reversed charlatan
to grasp why some humans screw the works in Earths’ plan.
I’m called “B.O.’B., I float and pretty good at it too.
I’m not here to gloat, though it’s the best thing I do.
It’s my job to take notes of iffy things you humans do
and try not to make jokes, …though pretty cruel to put me through…”
the artwork is lovely Beada Beada!
Thank you, Branka. Not my work. Many send gifts of fish. I write inanities for fish because they can’t spell. SpLaSh!
When Kansas flies Dust In The Wind
they just realized Thunderstruck as said AC/DC
then the dust obeys David Bowie’s order
changed to Starman
in space then surrendered to Frank Zappa’s musings
deterrent and disintegrate into Cosmic Debris
enlightened in Slade’s Roaring Silence
then do nothing other than Whispering Prayer
as struck by strings strangled by Steve Vai.
Ha! You winged wonder! You are an ever enlightening and definitely delighting, brother of music and wing. My green grin is now brightening to a degree that is frightening and never would’ve suspected this thing! You evoke older days of some things I now says and remind of a time I’d strum string. On bass, I would spin with a case of rhythm that some thought made sirens all sing… Bubbles my brother! How perfectly “sound of music” of you. Grin…>-=^;> Ha! F.Z was a hero!
If a little pleasure does not spoil your love art
then let it be the comfort of the heart
occasionally an appreciation room will be grateful for the tart
while reminding that the universe is music part.
No talent and tone deaf, still my heart swells.
Reticent with mind blown at the words your heart tells.
You know how music, cast spells that propels’
human soul and I use it to repel my own smells…>-=^;>
Fish that are aware of music
he knows all the mantras of akhasic
what all are the basic
and imitation made of plastic.
Love all about fish. They are older and this is their planet.
Well, welcome aboard The Fellowship of the Fish! I’m only 3003 but, willing to share. I do have tantrums…Thank you! SpLaSh!
I forgot to say thats a great painting!
You do this quite well though slippery fish friend, although I love both kinds of posts, or should I say all seven?
Oh for the love of lunch! Thank you sweet swimmer. From all my selves?, ourself? Ooh, that hurt. Um from the Fish Pants Dance Ranch inhabitants? Yes, well, you see through all that, um, me. I like writing what I know about. ..whatever that means.
Slalom as a spring salmon stream slalom,
Thank you, fish whisperer. Grin.
So glad your existence is here, accidental or not! 🙂
Oh you are so sweet! I can’t recall blushing before…must be a new bio luminescence from something I ate near Fukushima…Thank you.
My existence here, depends on full coalescence and materialization, sounds easy, yeesh! There are times I’m partially here AND there and over there, and then, then earlier, then sometimes just my face, no brain or fins..or just my tail!
Fish parts every when and where…You saw part of me yesterday, Ha! Just couldn’t grip my own tail. Now, though, I’m here, fully, and prowling around you…>-=^;>
I feel the same a lot of the time… discombobulated I think is the word. 🙂
He and I went to high school together. SpLaSh!
That’s a lovely piece of poetry, I enjoyed reading that.
Great grins, good swimmer! A tsunami of thanks, SpLaSh!