Mr Mascellani's Musings

Somewhere along the Adriatic Sea,

Sam drifts upon a raft.

And the sun seems to him

to be judge, jury, and executioner

as it scowls down

on his red, blistered skin.


Hours pass,

a fish begins to talk to him.

He asks the fish if it might grant him a wish.

"Don't be silly,Sammy," says the fish.

"Fishes don't grant wishes

"why we can't even speak."

"I'm just part of of your sun-induced delirium".


The sun sets; the moon rises.

Sharks swim round and around Sam's raft.

In the distance,

there is a light

other than the moon's.


Rewrite:
Somewhere along the sea,
Sam drifts upon a raft-
the sun attacks his skin.

A fish begins to talk to him.
He asks the fish for a wish.
"Don't be silly, Sammy", says the fish.
"Fishes don't grant wishes."
"Why we can't even speak"

The sun sets;the moon rises,
sharks swim around Sam's raft.
There's a light, other than the moons.