i saw a school of tuna and it nearly turned my head
I saw a school of tuna and it nearly turned my head
6 tons of fabricated glass gave on to worlds I’d never dreamed
what is the lowly tuna but a cousin of the trout
a shadow on a fishing line a bum in the Atlantic stream
a darkened crowded chamber turned my wondering to grief
this slow gyrating metal as an office worker’s stale repast
the sudden burst of Seeing turned this throng of tourists mute
a terrible surprise that left the larger number all aghast
that’s an effing tuna came the outrage from the mob
their expectations turned aside their hierarchies turned to mud
a godlike crowd of bluefin turned a dervish in the blue
an unrequited dynamo a souvenir to stun the blood
we wander and we wonder and infrequently we kneel
I saw a school of tuna and it nearly turned my sorry head
this velveteen conspiracy transfigures all we Know
a fleet of silver volkwagens which God has turned to sandwich spread.