They keep bubbling, gurgling
They will not stop
Welcome to the waters
Here's forgetful Dory and confused Nemo
Say hello to the beaming floundering Flounder
and his bedazzling bestie Ariel - the main character in her life
/ Her Life /
Welcome to the world of waters
There is no sun
Cameras don't work here, they flash and fail
There is no use for sirens, the currents drown them,
slash them out
Until a whale's wail is but a bubble's burnish.
You're in the theatre of waters
How's the show?
Is it a tear-jerker, heart-wrencher,
bland old mundanity of rolling waves?
Yes no nono yesn oye syesno Idunno
But it's not the show I wanted,
even popcorn was unavailable.
Look for Flounder, they are in his floundering belly.
Give in to the waters
There is no use in fighting - there is no fight.
Hide, quick, under the corals
beneath the kelp, where there is
No light, too tight.
/Release me/
Envelope the brain and suffocate the heart
Let Flounder have the last matcha tart.
Check your ticket, stay's almost over
No more indulgence in oyster ugliness,
Pluck Mr Starfish off your sick featureless face
The switch's off on the anglerfish - show's over
Stop strangling, seaweed, you've got another customer.
Even the Octopus King - mouth stumped with Hamlet's half head -
coughs him back into the spit of salts.
Gurgle gargle gurgle gurgle gargle bloop
The bubbles - why can't they stop?
They spit at me with their bubbly tirades
Enjoy your stay up there, we hope not to see you soon
But we will, we know, they always slip back.
But I will, I want to
float and sink
And let Flounder's bubbles come to me
Gurgle gurgle gurgle sleep.
i imagine the persona being drowned in her sea of emotional mess, being apprehensive of the experience at first but quickly getting comfortable with it. too comfortable. her retreat to her sea gives a space and time to indulge in her feelings, heal and just exist with no expectations. but there is a mechanical rigidity of reality which compels her to quickly fall back into being okay and happy, fulfilling expectations, living /the/ normal life. she dons a glossy coating of normalcy while harbouring the yearning to dive back into her messy sea, where despite things being chaotic, at least she is truthful to herself there.
photo credit: Eugenia Clara
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