Never noticed monarch polka dots
like Minnie’s. Everything compared to Disney – reverse similes for red rock and snow-capped landscapes. Who’s to know monarchs from viceroys, pure love from pure love? Two black dots mark orange fan male, Senator. And Queen
Amidala’s decoy feeds from frogs. Gotta get your salt fix, girl. Gotta mimic someone else so low flying saucers mistake you, body mulberry, for sun pretty. Be a fish in a school of plenty – help make a silver streak with waves in the middle of breaking.
And the gulf keeps breaking and lapping into winter, into fisherman, into beached bluebottle man-of-wars. Mouths in pouches, mouths in hooks, sexy piercings and gatherings while your gills still working from a string of shiny things.
Note to selves: Knock your noxious pochisimos as if they were wood. Knock on, knock up, knock out. Endangered sea turtles are immune to polyp tentacles – ooomm delicious bluebubble devils! Ooomm ooomm good!
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