and you never hear by Corey Lockabyi got strung along
my line flew out over the water
in a perfect straight flail
the thin monofilament laying gracefully
on the tension of the water
the baited hook sinking enticingly
but i still got strung along
washed across the bricks like some
poor-man's paint
plucked and pinched without excuse
an almost habitual silence ensues between us
and when i feel the tug,
it's never a good time
never in stride, it just slaps me
leaves me throbbing
division of labor between my heart and head
carrying sleeping wishes
wishes in technicolor, beautiful and
strong in their reasoning
hateful to the truth
laden with boughs of reckoning
(and you never hear these regrets
never anymore) 02/25/2007 Posted on 02/25/2007 Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby
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