July 13, 2006

Poem the Fish

Poem creates the escape
hatchery of ideas—a frayed
patience, a silver sliver dithering,
a small fry leap over
the enclosure bank, a moment mid-
air, fin wings—

but if Poem were farmed, he wouldn’t
be Poem.

By the shoreline, cool and swift
the current’s curve of neural swirl,
that’s where Poem rests.


Anonymous said...

I'm still waiting for "Poem with a Hangover", perhaps after a bar-room brawl with Song Lyrics, Cliche, and Rhyme.

Rob Budde said...

yeah, wrote that one and threw it out. maybe ill try again . . .