Flopping from the fix
He lay supine on the MacArthur Park grass
Staring into space fixed eyes
Gods sky and oxygen
reeled in a human school of fish
Fed him a second chance meal called
Narcan
Bald head body lean from head to toe
Coughed in oxygen mouthed imaginary
bubble gulps of fresh air
Inhale, exhale
A saving grace sprayed into one nostril
Insert nozzle, touch the nose, press the plunger
Back to life
Fishes fins akin to human hands
rubbed gentle strokes from
the chest
to the torso
to the belly up
the school of fish saved him
Please don't flop anymore
She's wearing
She's daring
She's Halle Bailey Ariel donning a prom dress
A small fish in a large pond
No Little Mermaid fins to float to the very top
Neptune's Net school of dress code rules
Was King Triton Dad not swimmingly
Aware of what thoughts swam through
Her guppy curved body in all the right places
All dolled up in see thru lace
So much for imagination
No chance of a first or last dance tonight
Captured silhouette with
Barracuda intentions can't fin her way
To glide or swim into that fishtail itch
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