Fly Fishing: Or a fisherman to his fish

Descend from the banks
of the river
While afternoon summerlight catches bugs in dance
wade through baptismal ripples
A pole’s flail
A perfectly constructed flick
sends a hook
A fly
A string
Arked in hope
Waiting to take up
To feel the tug of hunger
And under the meniscus
Among the currents swirling
You’ve bitten
You bite back
And bring forth to me
Your glistening gills
Your rainbow opalescent sheen
Your breathing
Slippery fins of you
pulled from the water
From the span
of the wide river

Surprise Ending

Like red food colored cookies
nearly risen under a baking heat
Blood
My agape dots across
white and gold-speckled formica
in accidental uniformity

Lovely in the crimson-neither
An ether land of comprehension

A flail chest
Splayed
Ribs stretched
A bleeding of a blood
Glistening
It falls
Drops in dots
and rests bravely in drops
Across the counter-top

….I was chewing a cherry candy-cane when it happened

…Or, I could have been doing anything
Something
Or even nothing when it happened

High Speed Scrubbing

Inclination like notes parading at the beginning of a song
My thoughts
High speed scrubbing
From inception
Blazing through
Blazing over evolution
One beautiful startpoint
And one culminative end point
But what happened
Closed my eyes
And then awoke
Now this
Is like a dream I cannot remember

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