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To The Gills
by Philip F De Pinto
oft post our rocking back and forth
forth and back to drive home the point of departure
we post our love making are in the habit of saying
that one rocker has rocked too far or not far enough
however far or not far enough those are
and how far or not far does one rocker have to go
to go fishing for trout in the ponds of your climaxes
which were stocked to the gills such a profundity of time ago?
to fish to reel in like stars in your eyes
and to wish upon them though they be gasping for breath
and pining for the customary ebon and aqueous lair
and how not far enough does one have to not go
to the point of almost no return? to almost prove the point of arrival?
and though we the lovers the rockers in question
accustom ourselves to saying one has gone too far or not far enough
what of the saying that one has rocked too near
or not near enough? however near those are and needs proceed no further?
and yet what is the right distance for lovers to travel to rock
from here to there - so on and so forth - to nowhere in particular and back again?
that is too far or not far enough
too near or not near enough
given we have not followed familiar paths and patterns
and have arrived elsewhere than expected?
and that has made all the difference
to those who preferred arriving at more exotic locales
and breath taking fare - like trout
and stars frying in buttered up pans gotten in the ponds of our climaxes
stocked to the gills such a profundity of time ago
upon which our wishes fall not on deaf ears
given post our rocking forth and back
back and forth to prove the point of our arrival
the trout and stars are served
on our plates with their heads intact
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/18/13 at 02:16 PM "given we have not foll0wed familiar paths and patterns" spooks me. You're in my prayers, darlin. Particularly if you didn't do that on purpose. |
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