Changing Crustaceans

If a giant crab decided
it would fight a lobster,
would there be a betting line,
created by some mobster?
Would the ring of battle
be at sea or on dry land?
What would be the rules
regarding throwing of wet sand?
Would their strategy involve
the gouging of stem eyes?
Would the crab’s quick scuttling
catch the lobster by surprise?
Would they battle to the death
or just accept submission?
I would act as referee,
but just on this condition:
winner gets to crawl away,
tentacles aflutter;
loser must come home with me,
to be served with butter.

Creep

A book falls off in fantasy, a cup collides in flight.
We are captured by the solitude of gulls.
Aged wood falls in upon our houses, bleeding seams.
We are crushed by the weight of ancient air.
It is hopeless. Splashed paint creates a wake
upon the walls of the heart. Listless nights seep
through illusions’s blotter, fade into the gaze of stars.
We should die penniless, accosted by fools.
And the cars creep.