U R. [my] Typus

For John Moon, who asked for a limerick poem about gay marriage and sharks. It turns out dark bike rides home from work can be inspirational.

U R. [my] Typus

Cruising the blue, seniors sharing a winnebago, 

Hopping islands, carnivores swimming for Cocos,

          Caught admiring his denticles, 

          He winked, “wanna lick my tentacle?”

Joined under a rainbow: a motherfucking sharknado

Follow my mind down the rabbit hole:

(1) Whale sharks (R. Typus): https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whale_shark

(2) Coco islands: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coco_Islands

(3) Dermal Denticles: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denticles#Placoid_scales

(4) Limerick poems follow a AABBA rhyme scheme and are often obscene for the purpose of humor: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick

Dear Nephew, 

I write because,

I want to remember,

The monitor lizard who paused,

And stared down the flat black defiantly.

Each Pebble, each kilometer,

Friction, between the leaves of unknown probability,

That feeling of infinite space,

And endless, boundless possibility.

I want to inspire you,

To dream big tyrannosaurus sized dreams,

Of smokey rooms, draped in red,

Steeped in myrrh and lore,

Of barren martian lands,

Described by pens of yore,

Of heats that lift skin off bone,

Silently seeping under your door.

I want you to seek,

I want you to search for that place,

Where the sea complains to the sky,

Who are you, and what am I?

Where boys are not lost,

But found in dreams that fly,

Where you feel alone in a sea of same-same sameness,

Until you understand the glint behind that strange eye.

I want to give you the gift of longing,

I want you to feel that all encompassing desire,

To yearn for the taste for fire and acid,

For discomfort that sits in your gut, heavy,

To lust for wilderness, for newness, for change,

That exists only in the wake of a broken levee,

To find wisdom in alternative homes,

Where like attract like, free of envy.


The world is a beautiful place,

So adventure, be fearless, be kind,

Buy that paper tonic,

And look forward, don’t rewind,

Take your own fresh book,

And leave my dusty pages behind.

We’ll be with you in love, for all time.


The men of my life.