She Ain\'t No Slapper
Who would have thought something as silly as this
Seven million years of refinish this fish
Just to be captured to be sold in a shop
It\'s a silly fate but that\'s the way the fish flops
And who could have written something so absurd
Seven billion people and this one hungry bird
With her talons tightly gripping as she gives me the chase
That poor trout I fear is coming for my face
Don\'t Throw Me Back
Safely latched in the strength of hungry jaws
And torn through my side like worn-out cloth
I rest in the mouth of a graceful heron
This is rough but it hurts like heaven
There must be way more worse ways to go
It don\'t matter now I don\'t want to know
If this heart keeps beating it\'ll break my ribs
I can\'t write any harder with this delicate nib