safe search

i took my eel for a walk & that was the end.
all i could see were horror windows
& adds for single men 100ft away.
the internet has a plastic mouth. i put 
training wheels on my eyes. tried to watch
my same monster videos & they were
blocked, replaced with video 
of everyday disaster like froot loops.
the eel died from lack of water & i used 
his body as an ethernet cable. refreshing my life.
a loading ball is the holy spirit 
or else my hunger. i wanted a way 
to scratch the itch of being human
without touching fork to outlet.
i see a video of a woman with no eyes.
instead of eyes she has turn signals.
stop sign without legs. the eel is not really dead
he is just dormant. loading. leaking.
i wrap the cord around my wrist
so i can't lose the desktop. the whole family
uses this oracle so we get mixed messages.
leave the guts alone. fire a cannon
into the ceiling. pray to your pasta.
i used to believe in safety. i used to 
put caution tape around my playground.
the eel says, "don't try to be dangerous
& you will not be dangerous."
he is a victim blamer, but aren't we all
on a tuesday? now i know that safety 
is something taken but never given.
here is the safe search. here are only
the vanilla ice cream felonies. 
aren't they soft? aren't they sweet?
security footage of the ocean. the eel told me,
"i have seen enough." he pulled the plug.
went back to being a worm. 
dug himself deep into the fresh earth.