A crowd of brown glass fish
in a haphazard row
dangerously approaching the brink of a table.
Turn their mouths up and gasp
averagely for mundane thrills they never had.
On one side sloppy pelicans squawk
celebrating the brown corpse collection
Full of dizzy almost-life
They nip in circles. Becoming a school of fish
The round rowdy dance trips
and tramples on
While somewhere else two seabirds find each other
hazily, but try to fly
Leaving their fish behind for something better.
And back at the shore the washed up emptied out fish
whisper soliloquies to the sky
And slowly fragile words
of unnoticed bird hearts
and wet ruffled feathers
wrapped up and shivering alone
Float up and fill the room.
A clumsy pelican bumps around
all the while
Popping soliloquies with every misplaced step.
Last night at 1am as I stared at a line of beer bottles and unpleasant rowdiness on the other side.
Thinking about how silly it all was.