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
No comments:
Post a Comment