I cast out my line
in attempts of catching that big fish
and I have officially done so
but you always go back for more.

There is always that bigger one,
the word order not used,
so even though you are saying the same thing
it sounds so much better than anyone.

I caught a 60 pound Black Drum, and no,
not the one filled with oil, or whatever
you come up with that dials me down,
I have pictures, even though you still do not believe.

So I sit to write some more, about love and fishing,
I suppose Hemingway would be proud,
although I am not fishing alone,
and not speaking of women in aggressive tones.

I just know that I will continue on as I want,
and try as you might to categorize me,
you can never do so, and that rages inside me,
as I look into the mirror knowing my own greatness.

05/17/2007

Author's Note: Well isn't the random poetry just flowing.

Posted on 05/17/2007
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