Lobsters

Lobsters

A Poem by Honestly, Abe

We snuggle into our shells
Hardening every day

And all anyone ever sees
Are the titanic claws we expose

We would savor well naked
Raw and buttered to taste

But it’s not willingly
And I won’t drill holes

To notice any new sunsets, because
They all look the same in my head

Too many windows would collapse
What you’ve already shaped anyway

So I wont open my eyes
Until they’re broken

© 2012 Honestly, Abe


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A very unusual and interesting analogy that I can definitely relate to. I really like this. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Honestly, Abe
Honestly, Abe

Southern, CA



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