A paper taped to the tree stated
that fishing was strictly forbidden
for two weeks so the river could be
repopulated with fish.
I'd rather have gone to the dam,
but I didn't realize it then.
Davor and I sat on a bench
watching this outdoor aquarium
while we smoked cigarettes,
talked music technology,
and cleared our heads of the week.
"If you took me out of my environment
and dropped me into a new one
with hundreds of strangers,
I'd probably bite
the first hook out of there
too."
"Probably," he says,
"Excellent metaphor, a poem in the works.
Write it down."
"Maybe, but
I don't really do that anymore."













Comments
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Critiquing someone's prose or poetry is an awesome thing to do.
--
"I love when you make the dictionary your bitch."
"You seduce the English language and use it for your own sordid ends."
[JDM] [JA]
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Well I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch.
~inis
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"the number you have dialled is imagery, please multiply by i and try again"
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Pain is temporary. Film is forever. - Peter Jackson
Everything is nothing without a little fun
Invited to play on the swing set of spirit
She runs to his arms, so close but not near it
A field of life looms on the orang horizon
Long way to the swing, distance is corruption
Forced to make a journey to reach her goal
Now the first step, losing her innocent soul
I wrote this in class one day last week...it needs revision though
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