Ceramic Cat

First he turns his fears into a team of white sharks
and then he turns the sharks into snow.
Oh poet, fair poet, wherefor art thy metaphor?
Does it hide in the plastic garden beside the cat who plays the cello?

tonight my fear is a ceramic cat
he plays the cello on the widow’s shelf
if we screech down the scale it is by accident
among the scratched random chord and low vibe bass line
that hums me into calm sea
deep, my fear is white sharks
snapping at the cat on deck
praises be, she will never dive!
fiddle dee dee
shark, cats and me
pop in three more amino acid pressed powder pills
washed down with a capsule of fish oil
ah my fear slips through the glycerine sea
yes, yes
my fear
turns to snow on the ocean