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Archipelago Intro Contest:

Entry by William Hindmarch


Gunshark
That honey's got gills, friend.
She's got to keep moving forward,
slutting through tides gulping, or die.
She ain't got no conglomerate, ain't got any ladder
she's climbing with rutters.
And that mouth from off the newstand -- .44 caliber
lasersighted, her head clicked back, words spinning
in the chamber. My word, her heart
and she lets loose, scared glass
taking to air.
Get the hell away from shore
she's in the shallow end with three-note themes
covering that cropped tail
with small arms; double-tooth smile, twisting
and recoiling in disco sealife sparkle
under the brass casing and foam
of her lead voice.