Dayn Schulman
Dark Sharkdark shark
take me to the park,
hurtle me into the desired destination
you have chosen for me.
'fraid to die,
tried to swoon you otherwise,
cradled moment between now,
and the next,
is a good time.
Nuevo Ano,
no "onyee-oh", the old
man who's known
screams out "go-go"!!!
the fin skims the surface,
he paddles into the concrete grey,
water trying to make
sure that he avoids,
the park again.
While driving home,
he ponders his salty luck,
out-witted
death so often each sea-time
out there, and then,
BOOM! a mack truck runs the light
and so, what does
the park look like?
(Tricycles, tricycles, tricycles.)
