She yanks the line!
She’s hooked me good!
Reels me in
To her hood.
Yanks me out
Of my skin.
Reels me into her sin.
That inner need,
That’s what sets us free
To feel so deeply and
To be in love… again.
I’m her one and only yanker.
A real time kitty spanker.
Spinning tales
Hook, line and sinker
She lifts me up wiggling in the air
And licks my stinky sphincter.
She’s the one who smells real phishy.
A feely dead head ringer.
Patchouli is her middle name
While she gives the finger.
She’s taken all my money
With her silly games.
Sure, her first she says is "Honey."
My head is buzzing -
It can’t be mine!
She’s descaled my mind.
Fileted my soul.
Cooked me up
Into her fold
I find...
I’m flopping on the ground,
Squirming uncontrollably.
She gurgles and she giggles
While she swallows down
My Taquila-soaked worm.
The crayfish hies it
Under the flat, shale rock that
Smells of moss and fish.
He stands fierce; claws akimbo
Ready to fend off a boy.
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Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be your worst nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
as meals go it's now toast
and you've had your chips
Ole bass haunts the pond.
His back spasms and he's gone.
Just a silt shadow.
He spins through the pond.
The bluegill avoids sharp teeth
and eats a minnow.
barrelfish downstream
through translocation will tryst
zesty myriad
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air bubbles arise
then sudden flip of silver
gone within seconds
Fish always keeps its eyes open
Obvious : All its cards are shown.
Staying in quiet silent mood
Neither to protest nor be rude.
Destined to be killed not to fight
Bound to surrender : Is that rIght ?
Eyes open ! Everything hostile.
With canopy of leaves tree stands
swaying branches on stream strand.
Withered leaves leave Mother tree.
Detached leaves fall on stream, as free !
Helpless ! Little brittle ripples
cradle with much care : So simple
in normal, natural life - style.
First love was completely shattered
All dreamy desires are scattered.
Swam and sank in deep despondency :
Endured failure, conspiracy.
I demanded freedom from him.
He walked away suppressing scream.
He turned inert closing love - file.
Hordes of tiny fish
Nibble at the strands
Dark marmalade feathers
Undulating seductively
Calling all fish
To belong, be part of
A hidden totality
Under the glazed sunlight
Hazarding the shadow
Squeezing through the murk
Feeding our way in
Imagining light
Believing in everything
Eating the darkness
Mouthing the mass
Chemical collages draping the shape
Of a rusting onion
With nothing to say, but
Enjoy your meal.
"Rhyming a ditty to give Charles a Memento.
Timing and tempo must be part of my Lento.
Conditions of his contest are to have fun.
Renditions with humour, to be a happy one." The Poet.
Ending dinner the ladies went to wash the dishes.
Recommending a cafe that served excellent fishes,
became a topic of the two old men left at the table.
"Name of that place? To remember it, I am unable."
"What's the name of that flower? Its like no other,
Lots love it" said one old man. "A favourite of my mother."
Stalling, the second old man asked if it is a rose? "You're right !"
Calling his wife "Rose, what's the name of that fish place last night?"
Tony's
enclave was
saved from
construction
by an
elf-select-
ed goop
of tainted heavenly heads cas-
ing
joints out of time enough to curse
ever
spiteful sets of
Twins born
right on the cusp
of Virgo and a li-
brarian's back-
water
wishing
village.
Coral builds from bones
beneath blue light,
a quiet ledger
of vanished breath.
Polyps inherit
the calcified past,
layer on layer
of patient death.
Bright fish drift
through borrowed halls,
unaware of the cost below.
a living reef,
radiant, fragile,
the reef sings
in calcified breath,
an architecture of endings.
#1
i know of silver effort special
fishermen who
wish for only evil wizard gold
to go dying out with
bitter bronzing drops let loose
from cold and aging
distant sister suns
#2
honorary scrub jays rave on
glad as march hare batters up
for swinging cut up snakes around like
weightless bags of army men in
throes of hammers stoned a-
gain and wheat-filled
grounded rapture
swallow skims the lake
fish floats below its surface ~
eyeing the same flies
Little fish with scales of
gold,
Swims through water clear
and cold,
Splashing with a leap so
bold!
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