Stupid CatfishA Poem by Nobody.I While chest-deep in cool clear movement, trying to convince a fish that rubber worms taste good, and that hooks and filet knives don’t exist, I see her. She pretends to be naked, and dances in a shaft of rogue sunlight that has broken through the pine limb canopy over her angelic head. She looks like fire trapped in ice and set upon an altar for all to crave. I imagine a kingdom of avian humanoids, bowed down before her, chanting mythical love poems in a lost Sumerian tongue. II Suddenly, I feel like a stupid catfish. I have forgotten that hooks exist, and that love can easily carve the guts from my torso. My eyes glaze over as I approach the bait, ready to bite into a rubber facsimile of heaven, or, in my most childish daydream; taste Heaven true. I would climb into the frying pan willfully if it meant passage through those beautiful pink lips. III I emerge from the water like ten thousand monochrome clichés wrapped in one honest technicolor dream, and move through the air like a ghost. Her eyes are so green I can smell them; like fresh cut grass garnished in salt-air. I am lost like a runaway in her deep woods aura. Everything but her face becomes background noise. No matter what happens next, I have finally seen beauty. I could die happily in the white sand beneath her feet. I am broken. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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