Holly Bohto Poet I do not know?

Darkness Fishing

With darkness
Fishing
 No appreciation
When beaten
 Lies with submission
Stagnant streams
 Overflow under dreams
Fish in spawning
 Under currents churning
Filet knife honed
 Scales in pilings
A temperate rising
Seasoned with bubbling
Deep fried soul
 A fork  that is piercing
Please pass on the sauce
 You in yearning
Display me on a wall
 Like a trophy stuffed
Dangling with lures 
You felt so sure
 A coward with a tale














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Holly Bohto May 19, 2016 at 8:32 PM Give constructive criticism. I want and desire it. If I'm failing in some way please help me make it better. That's how one grows in artistry and creativity. Another's insight. I was having a nonsensical late nite with nonsensical long islands. After a nonsensical break up. What nonsense.