A Slippery Fish

I sit by the stream of my own thoughts, that glides with breaking, wrinkles of waves into bubbles, with a hook to fish the slippery fish of CRAVING that smothers with its wild fins my shrunk soul. This fish of CRAVING breeds more and more reddish fishes of Envy, Greed and Anger, and smothers the stream of my thoughts, my shrunk soul, and with a twist of mockery, it averts my bait. With its witch-like jews this slippery fish of CRAVING bites a bit from the bait, plays around the hook as an acrobatic trickster, and swells with my food, and breeds fishes of Envy, Anger and Greed. Thus, withers he the stream of my thoughts, and smothers my shrunk soul by driving soul into a narrow, dark corner of my bubbling stream of thoughts. August 29, 2020 Soul Slipper Poetry Contest Kai Michael Neumann