A Luminous fish

I once drew a luminous fish

he said first chance he thought of this.

It was intended, damn truth be told

but he cannot fathom, why some women cold

lie behind horizon lies

in a country broad with mackerel skies

with a fret beyond a sunset feeling

when sunrise finds only gazed at dreaming

his lopsided grin deletes the fracture

of other torments and spineless rapture

swimming the depths of priceless tomes

filled with sweated grunts and lovers groans

I fall in love he crosses out

and sails the tack to come about

his drooping list and bleeding eyes

in tortured gut she seeks his lies

a common fate this has become

to root amongst in swinish fun

to suckle at the rotted tit

stand to attention because of it

and wonder when with shuddered roar

he chooses pain, but comes back for more

for once smitten with his creation

he lost to her naked information.