Turtle

There’s a turtle
sleeping under me

down in the turquoise depths
where Neptune dreams.

There’s a turtle
sleeping under me,

its belly soft and gleaming

floating with the current
feasting on the sea grass.

There’s a chalice
with my name on,

full of dead men’s hopes
& red eyed coral.

Where the jelly fish
stream to sting me

where the white shark
hovers hungrily..

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