Strange Fish

I saw schools
of articulated fish
sailing through
serrated oceans

making monstrous alliances
like promiscuous molecules
of sharp-finned molybdenum
and stickle-backed mercury.

They formed
flying sea scarves
and inside them
grew constellations,
Picasso-like,
with deeply
creased brains
and the hint
of a downcast smile.

An Egyptian blue nude
reclined on a painted chair
appearing and dissolving
in leafy splendor
while a tiger and a gibbon
peered out behind her
through the fronded sunlight
with their fishy faces.

I gathered up some
of the strange chum fish
we eat every day,
and sat down on the shore
to bait my hooks
while blue heron
and achingly white egrets
easily speared their dinner
in the outer marshes.

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