Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Into Oblivion

Into oblivion I cast my line 
Blue Zebco Splash spincaster
Kerr-plopps red and white bobber 
Sinker hook and nightcrawler 
Dad helps with the nightcrawlers

Into oblivion I sing my song
The Pentecostal prayer language 
Only my mother could translate 
Ay la Oh, malla Ay shunta shallay
Ay la Oh, malla Ay shunta shallay

Into oblivion I heap my life 
Pile of autumn leaves 
Sad browns and lucky reds
Wonders of yellow and orange
Acrid skin and the ache of the rake

-Girard Tournesol

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