Sporadic but Secular Quotes (April Poetry)

( IN THE SECULAR NIGHT )

apad 23

Dreadlocks deadlocked
he mutters through the
rooms his words,hungry to
eat the conversations
of others, are hooked
and heavy as he passes

sometimes only the
fish fall prey
he lets whispered
secrets balance
between their scales

the fish,
having no memory
to speak of
do not in truth know
if they mind or not.