Fishing For Poems – published in Dark Planet
by Dan Campbell
I slip into boots at 4:00 a.m.
Throw rotting fish heads onto the paper.
Lay strands of net between the lines.
Slip jagged hooks onto my fingers.
Plunge baited hands into the darkness.
I fish for hours,
Sweating ink under the sun.
Hooking words ripped from the heart.
Words with razor fins that burn.
Words that eat their way to my elbow.
Words that end without surrender.
Copyright Dan Campbell