window water

Cage turn or twisting,

looking down to elbows burning 

dim of light, or metal rib whirring,

walk in like fish to luring

pat your pants from the seat dirty

but there are no distractions

at three thirty

Train or submarine full of water

strangers don't care, 

not even bother,

Each turn, teeter, totter, it moves the train,

it moves the water

aquarium glass or silver line window

breathe out to watch the bubbles sotter

stop ahead is lit aglow

carry the schools

the fish ago.

his red hat now red stripe

His arm raised, a fins' swipe.

spot inside a swimming shark,

too far in the distance, too far in the dark.

On the floor a tooth, a bone, 

this water won't diffuse cologne.

none they see, nor they panic

not the swordfish, nor the mackerel, or the haddock.

adrift its sight an elbow bleeds 

I wish it'd bite, 

the blood that feeds

doors wide open and fishes dry

blink and now they're passersby.

not a struggle nor a duel,

just the metro

and memory cruel.