A Poem by Jack T. Marlowe

low down at high tide

 

 

angelfish,
your tran-

sendence

plays

hard to get

when life

overflows:

 

an angry

sea of bills

and bad

news, the

tears of

dull razor

blades

castaway

poems  

and dirty

dishes

 

and now
the toilet

overflows

and my

thoughts

stink of

the ocean

tireless

and

heaving

 

the angelfish

stoic, as

i languish

alone in the

drowning

hours

 

angelfish 

angelfish

sing for me

 

as the 

undertow

of every-

thing

 

drags

me

 

d

 o

  w

   n 

 

 

 

 

Jack T. Marlowe is a gentleman rogue from Dallas, TX.  A writer of poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, his work has appeared in Handful of Dust, Rusty Truck, Bone Orchard Poetry, Napalm and Novocain, Zombie Logic, Tendril and many other zines (both online and in print). Jack is also the mad editor of Gutter Eloquence Magazine (http://www.guttereloquence.com).