{"id":56150,"date":"2019-06-23T03:38:05","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T07:38:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56150"},"modified":"2019-06-23T03:38:05","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T07:38:05","slug":"grasping-those-two-fish-carl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/grasping-those-two-fish-carl\/","title":{"rendered":"Grasping Those Two Fish, Carl!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Two Fish, Carl Sandberg<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Their speech could not possibly have been scarlet<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Unless they were dead,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Then, maybe, in the throes of being<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Pulled in by a hook through the lip<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

MAYBE their speech could have been scarlet.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Or did you mean \u201cscar-lipped\u201d?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Late night typo, perhaps?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, I get it\u2026 he kissed her, and she\u2019s a biter.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But they kept on talking, bloody water and all.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Wait, though\u2026 they met in a bowl of molten gold air?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

How did they breathe enough to speak,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Much less kiss? Must have been painful<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

On those gills \u2013 aquatic asthma!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Molten gold does not typically float around <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In fishbowls, by the way \u2013 at least not in this<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Universe.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That swinging from an arch thing?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Those seven rainbow sheens?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Was that one of those fish sex toys or something?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m confused. Swinger fish?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve always thought of them as a rarity.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And, about the grotto, didn\u2019t you say it was a bowl<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of molten gold air?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Or did he take her home?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ok, I\u2019ll buy the grotto bit.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The little boy fish hailed from the projects,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

So to speak.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ah, but the green feather dust\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Dead bird in the water?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Makes sense. Shaking their fins<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As they each nibble a drumstick.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ok, so, I guess we\u2019ve got it straight now.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Two fish, met, had a one night stand<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

At his place,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Then grabbed a bite to eat<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When a bird dropped dead.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Probably one shot by a hunter<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

With an old bird dog.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ok. We\u2019re good.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Two Fish, Carl Sandberg Their speech could not possibly have been scarlet Unless they were dead, Then, maybe, in the throes of being Pulled in by a hook through the lip MAYBE their speech could have been scarlet. Or did you mean \u201cscar-lipped\u201d? Late night…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56150"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56159,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56150\/revisions\/56159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}