Long Lines

Are good for deep sea trawlers and maybe Shakespeare

While I do love seafood and a couple of ole Bill’s plays

I prefer cane poles

And short lines

Of words on a page

And even though Faulkner

could write forty words

in a glorious sentence

and even though I never understood how deep sea fishing worked

give me a worn or a cricket

and six feet of bamboo

and I will be happy

catching bluegill

or crappy and such

with hush puppies

I believe I love them

More than Go Down Moses

or A Light in August

Though if he sees the sun setting through the pastor’s window,  the  pastor who may be the father of the illegitimate child, named Christmas, I sometimes think Faulkner was a better poet writing prose than either I or a mess of pan fish.

So save the long lines

for amusement parks.

The oil is hot,

the match lights at four

and we have hush puppies