Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea

Coelacanth

do not interfere

with my bathysphere.

Your ancient style

does not cut it,

not with me,

you liar of the sea.

Oh Trickster fish

you make a dish

of trickery and deceit.

Pulp forteans cite

you as proof we might

find a living dinosaur

if we look deep enough

on the ancient sea floor.

How could we?

A dinosaur under the sea?

It would drown.

I should have rhymed sea floor

with icthyosaur,

that would have been ok.

Or plesiosaur.

I better check my oxygen level.

Somethings not rite.

Stupid second hand

bathysphere.

Stupid E bay.

Who dressed the coelacanth in a zoot suit?

There is a mystery for you, Leonard Nimoy.

Nimoy – what are ewe doing hear?

Pressure …

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Unnatural natives (2) and other distractions

Numb-bats

Body artfully draped

Wrist carefully exposed

Window opened just a little

A late night pose

.

Trap wary

though jaded

Set the scene

Lure them in

.

Room ransacked

Car carjacked

Best of all that morning

Feelings stolen away

.

Cheap furry buddhas

Bodhi-bat-vas

Take away nirvahna

Delivered every night

.

Take it all away.

***

Light sticks

Light sticks

So be careful where you throw it.

You think you’ll take my horrors away?

Light touch

You think I am too sensitive?

For equating exposure with dismay?

Light box

Have you read the instructions?

You’re gonna put my fears on display

Light blinds

Use only as directed

There’s a reason we have both night and day.

***

The End

Don’t look up.

Don’t!

***

I think vampires are better explained by the numb – bat, not the vampire bat.  The victims are always willing.  You don’t live forever, it just feels that way.  There are lots of cryptid bats where I live now.  Still, its better than the cold.

If you would like to see some other stuff I do, have a look at the Joe Chip portal.  There’s usually a nice picture of a bird even if you don’t like what I write.

Chariots of the gods?

Nice car, Pastor.

What’s the mileage?

Does God drive one like that?

***

I have a solution

to arguments about evolution:

go and feed the poor.

All of you.  Yes, you too.  Off you go.  Shoosh.

***

How many angels dance on the head of a pin?

All of them!

All the time!

Everywhere!

Join in!

***

Brand new Theologica

Theologi – car

Shiny bright

Across the sky it can drag a star

Make day from night

For the toughest labours

of Hercules

Safe for the family

and the Crash of the Titans

Theologica!

(You wouldn’t guess its a hybrid.)

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Yes, it remains a fact that no matter how often they look in the Holy Book, not a theologian alive can tell me, what does God drive.  The only motorbike in the Bible is the Triumph, though.

I posted a poem about ancient astronauts and relationships with fathers here.

And please remember, the portal to all things Joe Chippish is here.