od heyta

Sepia pods

from the antique store

fully restored, stop motion action,
it has a chopping board.

it's fins are delicately sharpened,
the spear that filled its lung,
marches politely

and wags a stubby tails.

mush and foliage trickle from the pasture and it doesnt realize it's own existence

strange moans and horn honk.

I like it's sexual pleasure it mixes rhyme with reason

cloaks flower beds.