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Hooked
by Anne Di Baguette
love is a bigmouth bass
and we’re grinning wide grins, slapping
each other’s backs cause, well shit,
she’s a monster and you hooked her
so you get to hold up the line with your
cynical curved steel smiling pronged
razor barb pierced and protruding near
the left bulging, rolling golden eye, hold her up
shoulder high for the photo, oblivious to
gaping lips silently mouthing some
ancient message of acquiesce or
warning, who the hell knows,
but damn she’s pretty, so suddenly it all was
worth it, the icy predawn loneliness,
the waiting, the empty reel flip cast, the stolen bait,
the waiting
days from now you’ll brag to buddies, embellish
each writhing thrash, we’ll wink over
your prowess, beg your method trying
hard not to choke on mouthfuls of dirt
laughing about plastic worms and
buzz bait, they go for it every time
months from now associates will nod, staring enviously
through upturned bottles at such a fine wall trophy,
shuffling uncomfortably, boxer-brief egos
grown too tight from gluttonous complacency
years from now you’ll blame her for
the dust she’s gathered, glare into
glass vacant eyes wondering
what you ever saw in her
anyway
12/30/2002 Author's Note: Cynical look at relationships
Posted on 12/01/2017
Copyright © 2025 Anne Di Baguette
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/17 at 09:12 PM I've never known much about relationships, did I spell it write? I've always loved to fish, but never felt I could point a gun at a living thing pull the trigger, strange. Like that is killing but fishing is not..? Just as we make ourselves believe that other things we think are true! Just try to remember when it comes back at you from a friend or worse a loved one. I did like the poem. All else is just my 'bs'. Take care. |
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