Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Fish nor fowl

* fish nor fowl *
Neither fish nor fowl
To describe something not quite right
In its essence seemingly alien
To how we would expect normality
And at times I feel so
Neither mineral or plant
Everything I am totals up
To everything it seems I ain't

Neither fish nor fowl
A strange thing on your plate
Moulded here by life and fate
Conjured from the mind
Never certain if I am
The one to whom others relate
Or if I am that anaemic other glimpsed
In a plate of glass out late

Neither fish nor fowl
His frown more furrowed than my own would appear
And less hair remaining frosted white
Awkward in stance and growing round
This city has grown and changed
And still so sure he knows this town
This once was knight upon a donkey
Another reincarnation of Don Quixote

Neither fish nor fowl
His opinions tend to nonsense
No set course or line or verse
Life's currents tear at his course
Occasionally rogue waves of Fate
Bring this other to his failing knees
And yet I know is not me
Not me that neither fish nor fowl would be
Is that other I do not know
Sometimes glimpsed by others
As through my life serene I go.

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