Trilobite Love, Two Years Later

The Trilobite says Hey Hey Babycakes 
horseshoe isn't a game for sissies
you tossed your luck from across the room
and love is a ringer – a shell game after all 
I return to the sea Dear John Dear John
Davey Jones wakes up in your bed
with a wink and a nod from his patched eye
a soft goodbye is a soft-shelled crab
rolled out on newspaper,
a soft shoe dance down the beach
where dawn is the howl of a lobster
red and ready to roll with mayo and a pickle –
Evolve baby baby
or crawl the ocean floor
for millennia
looking for love
in the darkest places
beneath the sea. 

Miz Quickly