Enticing forms numerous, even to me,
daily send bait of bane for suckers -
the sea of fickle fools.
Battering irony that cavorts to
weak & well, seeking internal
satisfactions known not to me.
Fishy morsels of baneful shark
tease the pan’s fry - blind the eye
to baked bass with large mouths
I seek to speak and care not for
impeding dangers, screaming
intensities of temptation.
Moreover! I’ll walk right out of here
If you don’t read into the aspiration
conferred my soul - IT’S NOT MINE!
Guileless prowess - Nov.15,2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your spirit. Hell, i like your whole attitude. Smart writer. This has biblical significance, correct - a parallel to the parable where God feeds the masses: fish & bread. Will continue reading you. You have me hooked ;) Susan xx