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 permission, got a lot of imperfections but i don't count my ambition in em, zeno's arrow never hits the mark, it's 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 it's 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 none of us go for the bell, then who is?, my mother says i've loved too many men, but i took and left something in every single bed, the rook can look left, right-just turns his head, but the knight might rise up, investigate the grid, gender, genre, guess i'm on one, bent both, just the constructs of the old world, gone broke, women, children let me tell you, i've been both, and it's 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 grab an axe, man, or you can step aside, zeno's arrow never hits the mark, it's 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 it's a waste of the art, self taught, self made, bet, self styled, self saw, self came, self took island of converts, to conquer is old school, we marching in converse, just armed with our own tools, while my knees still flex, while my joints hold steady, mind sharp, spine straight, chucks laced ready, i travel by kite, travel light, at touchdown, i swallowed the dice, i make my own luck now, zeno's arrow never hits the mark, it's always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark, its own shadow in the dark