"The Saddened Shores Of Insignificance"

In the throat of the lobster
I see a clinic full of cynics fishing off shore
Who in their unique indiscretions
Find the depths so much more
Than the old tin soldiers
Had ever netted before.
The town was a grayness in it's submerged
Desperation and with it's grievous fisherman
Seeking oyster beds of open faced
Vaginal intent
Usurping the good from the most evil
Of crawling lobster bellied
Bullshit and bittersweet bait shops
Along the saddened shores
Of insignificance
And a clinic full of cynics
Gone diving
Into the throat of the Lobster....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)