No. Six
09.03.02 8:33 a.m.

No. Six

Worn wooden table

Varnish gone where plates come to rest

(place your fingers on it,

feel that and tell me it don�t feel

Good)

Runs free and clear, no bumps.

slaps the fish on the table

it�s bright eyes, wide open with fear

questions flood it, like the ocean water used to

lays there

Smack dab in the middle

(front and center, damned middle.)

fresh out of water

gasping, twitching

(insert inappropriate words here)

looks like a dead man

walking.