Fighting Fish

Swimming in a snifter
Pretty as a picture
Don’t get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch
You can name, you can keep her
But take care when you feed her
You never can take the fight out the fish
Chomping at the drill bit
Never one to still sit
You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips
Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I’m riding instinct and Ink jets
Around here we don’t like talk of big dreams
To stand out is a pride, a conceit
To aim high is to make waves to split seams
But that’s not what it seems like to me
Cause I wanna try I wanna risk
And i don’t wanna walk, rather swing and miss
I’m not above apologies but I don’t ask permissions
Got a lot of imperfections but I don’t count my ambition in them

Zeno’s Arrow never hits the mark
Its always hanging there over its shadow
Safe from battle, waste of arch-
Er’s time and trouble
Waste of effort, waste of parts
If you don’t aim for the center its a waste of the art

I didn’t come looking for love
I didn’t come to pick a fight
I didn’t come to wave or take pictures
Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger
Won’t extend my wings to be clipped
I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit
If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped
If never none of us go for the belt who wins
My mother says I’ve loved too many men
But I took and left something in every single bed
Turns his head
But he night might rise up, investigate the grid
Gender, genre, guess I’m on one
Both the constructs
Just the constructs
Of the old word
Gone broke
Women, children let me tell you, I’ve been both
And Its a myth we all swim for the life boats
I didn’t come looking for love
I didn’t come looking for a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can pick an ax up, man
Or you can step aside


Self taught, self made, bet, self styled
Self saw, self came, self took island of converts
To conquer is old school
We march in Converse
Own tools
My joints hold steady
Chucks laced ready
I travel by kite, travel
I make my own luck now

Zeno’s Arrow never hits the mark
It’s always hanging with its own shadow in the dark
It’s always hanging with its own shadow in the dark


by  Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.