Shorter works

My Sea of Memories

The pool is inside me
My heart is a fish
The pressure upon it slows its motion
And my liver is an octopus
Writhing its way through the treacle of my memories
Writhing in agony
Writhing its way towards that slow-moving fish
Which cannot get away
Cannot avoid the octopus’s grip
The octopus’s sip
The octopus’s quip
And now its tentacles are all around me
I am strangled by hopes which once inflated my sea——

Only to let it collapse again
But to a treacle more dense than it is possible to breathe through

And it is black
And it is thick
And my heart is a stranded fish

11 July 2009