Inktober 30 and 31 - A brief speed round of Poetry

#30 - Catch

isn't that what they say when you meet the love of your life,
oh he's a catch, oh she's a catch, oh they're a catch,
is that what they say, that you caught them, snagged them?

that is the implication, that somehow beyond all possible struggle
you're lure and hook got so they were perfect for capturing
the fish, i mean the guy, i mean the girl, i mean them, you got
your hooks in.

isn't that a little too violent, isn't that a little to morbid,
isn't that a little too strong.

i prefer to think we were bird watching birds, and we had calculated
beyond reasonable doubts that this new species we spied over yonder
in distant nest was the one we were keen to see. so we fluttered
as birds do, and we glided as birds do, not knowing that we were
each of us seeking out the other, and then we perched our selves on the same branch,
and we saw that our colors matched, and that our temperaments
were comparable, then decided we didn't need to go and seek out
the perfect bird over the way,

that is more the catch i want to have,
when the way over there one, was the one
right in front of me one, and vice,
and versa.

#31 - Ripe
that's what this fruit is,
is, is,
ripe, the fruit is that what it is
and that is ripe fruit is what it is.

suspect, simplistic, sordid,
sarcastic, scholastic,
bombastic, bombarded,
combatant,

that's what it wasn't, the fruit, isn't
ripe, it isn't is ripe, but it is is not
ripe, and then

historiography, masculinity,
toxic, tragic, childish,
games with little fingers,
that can't please anyone

that's not what im saying, but what im saying is
ripe isn't the word but it is what this was but is not
is what it isn't or will be,

memoirs and autobiographies
essay outlines, and pissing down
pants legs, drudge up scenarios,
shoot the shit,
that's what it is

ripe.