his true love

he had an aquarium
in his living room.
it was his one true love.
a 50 gallon tank full
of water and tropical fish.
he gave them all
names.
joey, Susie, mac and George.
Sylvia.
they had castles
and greenery
on the rocky sand below.
there was the hum of a motor,
the filter to keep
it clean and pristine.
all day
they'd swim about.
there were lights too.
greenish
and blue.
he'd feed them with a sweet
voice.
spreading the crumbs
onto the surface.
come look at my fish, he'd
say when you came
to visit.
and the fish would stare
back, blank eyed, their
mouths opening and closing
all night,
all day.