Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

organic chemistry

Jack Hnry lives in seclusion in the high desert of SE California amongst the tumbleweeds and creosote plants. During short breaks from drinking, camping, hiking, working, dreaming, sweating, chasing, and sleeping he writes the occasion poem.

organic chemistry

when i was a kid
i thought i'd grow
up and be a marine
biologist; that was
my dream;

every time we went
out on the family sailboat
i would watch the ocean
with great intensity;
watch every ripple and swirl,
every motion and wave;
wondering what lay beneath;

once off the coast of California
near Oxnard our boat stilled
due to no wind and a great
white something small
under our boat; at least 10 feet
long, you could just barely
make out the pectoral fins through
the hazy salt water;

i couldn't pass organic chemistry
in college, marine biology required
organic chemistry; every day
i sell organic chemistry; another
rat in a cage running on a rodent
wheel;

the only time i am truly free,
swimming in the ocean
with sharks and whales, manta rays
and dolphins;

i'm not a marine biologist, i'm a number
and when my number's up,
i'll let you know --






Article © Jack Henry. All rights reserved.
Published in the December 2, 2019 issue .
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
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