binocularing the fishbowl

Tripping overt the glass menagerie
she caught hell in the terrapin tank.
A man size tun/a red goatee
a throaty serenade of sweaty obscenities,
interpretive fixtures of
monolithic faux corals
teeming with feudal morays
in epic stare contests
who scrabble for the
leftover bonbon cheeses
to initiate dogfight dive and
stalling maneuvers
so for too
grab the goods and go
to town.
Prearranged, the oversight
oxidation committee is out to lunch
and two bits shy of a full roll.
Finally a low tolerance scrum
welled up over the
Mackerel contingent
and stirred a heated
brubbling broil
to a crab celebratorial
bazfaz dip
and how!
Oh look, the snails are converging.