top of page
Search

A Lobster’s Point of View

You thrust me out of the water.

like a steam shovel digging up dirt.

My body thermal shocked.

Then you boiled me alive till I was pink.

You severed my legs,

crushed my shell.

with a nutcracker like tool.

You began to tear me from limb to limb.

and suck out my juices to your delight.

My lobster’s life consumed!


Butter anyone?


by Vincent J. Tomeo

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Hip Hippo, Hoorah!

The marble, ceramics and little wooden hippos from my hippo collections came alive! They started to search for water. Frantic and in a frenzy in need to quench their thirst, dunk in muddy water, and m

 
 
 
Perna Sphaerulla II

Beneath a bay, just below a blue water line windblown sand ripples randomly into waves A fan-shaped shell home to a mussel washed by a vengeful sea Sculpted silken skin, outside hot sun, under warm sk

 
 
 

Comments

© Vincent J. Tomeo, all rights reserved 2025.

Designed by Bookwrights House

bottom of page