Hagfish

Hagfish

​Laughing,
Make a wish
In the mirror
Of a vicious host.
Tomorrow welcomes
Another dish,
That's seldom ordered
By most.

Brick and mortared,
Labored, toiled,
Badly boiled,
Buttered, battered 
Burnt offering.

I know you'd rather
Not bite into this plot,
But awkward moments
Tell a lot.
Pull the hornet's stinger
And leave your senses.
Let go the consequences,

Too many to worry.
Step into the slurry
And sloosh about.
No one will find out,
And I am sure

That your trouble passing
Will occur.
And in the depths
You will endure.
Hag

4/30/22