Corner

I was working towards a corner,

Working on turning it,

When the corner turned me.

 

I gasped, reeled, said,

“Is this real?”

I fell in a heap

Of trash bags with rotting fish heads and

Tentacles

Sticking out.

 

People passed by

On the sidewalk

As if I were

Just another fish head

Sticking out. I

Couldn’t breathe.

 

The corner danced hypnotically ahead of me and

The s**t colored dirt on its surface

Smiled brokenly.

“Realer than you turning me,” it said.  

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:: haha... stunning word play... in this profound poem... :: as for the people who pass by... well... i had an encounter this morning that turned me into a "fish head"... a startled one... i must share the details of that with you... gonna post what i saw on your profile...