Lured into Spring

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss weird things, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Agnew Pickens, Ben Ditmars, and Cheryl Wilcox:

Image Source: Flickr

fishing with dead body parts
you know I stuck a fishing lure
up my butt one time
I didn’t catch a thing
spoiled the whole fishing trip
until the sun spawned
crappie dreams of rectal spasms
detached metatarsals
in a cool retreat from spring
is it really that hot in your
little pond,
you’d chase a foreign object?
those UFOs that skip across the water
in colors of sundown
sentences spelled out with rods,
punctuation from loose hooks
tick, tick, tick
I got a bite
I got a nibble of a nibble of a bite
caught between the noble demise
of sushi dreams or fish filet.

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