Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Fishing For Similes

I don't understand
the tops of letters
leaving me dry
as they fly by
as I preen my self
of their spikes and crowns
they call horns and pricks

that fall behind
like fading orgasms
yellowing in awareness
I'm going fishing for smiles
and as for me (whose
smiling leaves 
in finding the next thing)

I wondered why God
with her nouns, molecules
atoms and letters
all at the table
would hide in of all things



Anonymous said...

whoa, this is amazing!

Jyoti Mishra said...

lovely !!!
last verse is simply stunning
Nice job.


Simply awesome !!

Poem Shots said...

Really nice!
Lovely Thought.

saraht said...

So beautiful. xoxo

rivercat said...

Thanks all you good folks for your lovely comments. :)
In this the reader is speaking about poetry and how it feels different as the addiction progresses.

Joyce Lansky said...

I like the way you made God a female. :)

Thanks for the follow. Back at ya.


The Dreamer said...

Teach a man to fish and you'll feed him for a lifetime :)

Angel said...

Writer it is so deep!It made me reflect!

Author said...

because poetry is such a magical place.

I found the most helpful string of words that brought me guidance .

Keda said...

;) final verse was captivating.