Stumbling like

a old fool drunk.



Submerged in

her  smile,



barely keeping breath.

I am a goner...



she is a fisher

of men,



not like Jesus

or peter or paul.



black-eyed Susie

with a club and

a hook and a reel.



she will

chop you up

and spit

you out,



and leave you

bloodied and

lied to from

the start.



you end up

a trophy fish

at best.



cut and displayed

on the butcher's

fancy front

market window.



at 1.99 per pound.


it is

in her nature

to love and fish

and love and

fish some more.


with the taste

of whiskey

between

her soft

white *******

and her siren

sighs nibbling  in

your ears..


you are lost

in her depths,



nothing is right

after the hook

is in.


a dollar ninety-nine

a pound somehow


I thought I

would be

worth a hell

of a lot more

than that.