housed in my cellar submarine
oil-breathing pink-&-purple jellies
balloon & deflate in freshly delivered
fuel — oil mists, a spark flares
red-tinged explosions at every grate —
trapped in their dark fragrant vehicle
the jellies fail to acknowledge human
fate, all the better to genuflect & swan
plie, arabesque, when jellies copulate
tentacles entwine, male mouths spray
females inhale, half-digested sperm
swarm over eggs, replication ensues
no wonder the room grows warm
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