time and time again, the desperation led me to believe in the worm you set to float in front of me
you could sense my need muddying the waters as i thrashed
so the line was cast, my lip was pierced, you held me up as i spasmed in the open air i couldn’t breathe
now
i sit calmly in the water
watching the worm drown on it’s hook as my scarred lips pull into a smile
it may take me five or six near death experiences
but this battered carp can still learn not to be fooled by old tricks
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
okay, I’ve never read anyone write about themselves as a carp before….
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pushing the boundaries of poetry. Hahahahaha
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Indeed.
But it’s not done until you’ve written yourself as 1) a volcano, 2) a fluffy pika or marmot, and 3) an element or season.
Just sayin’ – lol
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I cannot tell if it is truth or a challenge. But it is one I accept. Be on the lookout for these three ideas. Already have one going in my head. No. Three. Damn it
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hehehe!! 😉 I’m sneaky like that!
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