song of the valdez 

song of the valdez

call me fish kill.
i spill my essence over the
waters, leave deadly irridiscence
there. not every color wash
will brighten things. the flash
of my teeth should warn you:
some smiles hold promise,
some promiscuity, some
profess confessions
when there's no sorrow there
at all. i'm all over that now.
it's a clever venture i'm
proposing, offering up for
cover a rainbow that smothers,
a leaky piece of
the beautiful
ugly.