1
Flip out.
Flopping.
In the Water,
Tail Spinning.
Down the Drain,
Try Snatch the Pole.
Out of my Hands,
But Knuckles show.
Then Fish stop Move,
I Reverse Wheel roll.
And almost in Two,
Snapped The Tight Rope.
When Fish Mad Dashed!
Tension Bowed The Pole.
Stretching the Line,
Like I Shoot Arrows!
2
Into a Void that
Is Pulling Me In.
Man vs an Hour Clock
Using Every Spin
But can’t Rock the Boat,
Chaotically Spinning.
Calm goes The Wheel as
The Line begins Stretching.
To Knock Him off Balance,
With Counter Clock Dials.
The Lone Fisherman Stands,
On One Leg In Mind.
Along River Jordan,
Where Clouds Roll Round
Shoulders made to Sail
In This Ocean Breeze.
3
As He Leans Atop
Both Bended Knees only,
Holding on and Letting go
Of Pole and spinning Wheel.
In this Tug of War,
The Dragging Frictions
Are Felt as Splinters
Against the Beast.
Under Thorn Sun Burning.
From the Top of his Head,
Under Palms on Calf down
Olive Oil Toned Bare Feet.
Here Man is Crucified.
And Made to Carry His
Own Cross while Being,
Paraded Down the Sea.
4
While in the Air,
The Sweet Tale
Of a Big Fish
Is Heard Coming.
As Men Gather
Round the Spot.
Set on Top There,
A Pan is Warming.
