Aquarium Blues

Here's a poem from my collection called "Undressed Ideals":

A few more drops of succour
Drawn from the well
Of an oblivion poet

Or a small slice of perception
Cut from the reality sandwich
Of a Nirvana salesman

Just edges of reality
Like ignored breadcrumbs
That pepper the floor

Polite goodbyes
In an isolated
Fishbowl of fear

Where everyone swims in
Year after year

And the waves
Of all our oceans finally die

© George H.E. Koehler, 2001.