Fishing for the Moon in the Water
I took a hangnail in my teeth and yanked
it hard to see my bright red undercoating.
I wanted to be a mad dog, to snarl
at those who walked too close on the street.
it hard to see my bright red undercoating.
I wanted to be a mad dog, to snarl
at those who walked too close on the street.
Look,
I brought this rod and rusty reel
here to the dam where I once took your picture.
I’ve caught nothing.
I brought this rod and rusty reel
here to the dam where I once took your picture.
I’ve caught nothing.
The earth is mostly under water,
like the thin blue of your tired eyes.
So what is the use of lighting candles in a grotto,
of desperate prayers before night drowns the day?
like the thin blue of your tired eyes.
So what is the use of lighting candles in a grotto,
of desperate prayers before night drowns the day?
Locusts chant and whir from low-leaning branches.
By the last chord, the one we dredged
up from the murk, that note we hummed
through cornfields and down runways,
By the last chord, the one we dredged
up from the murk, that note we hummed
through cornfields and down runways,
I am defanged.
