More Crap Fishing at Kells Bay.

More Crap Fishing at Kells Bay.

 

 

My symbol

Is the cymbal

You can hear as waves crash.

Watch madness

Dragging further out to sea

The lure

I now fail to see.

 

Hold on

Hold on

Rewind

Rewind

 

 

The symbol

On my dash lights

Tells me petrol is low.

Time to slow

And warm, in Glenbeigh morning,

To buy

Fuel and food, in rain.

 

Wait there

Hold on

Rewind,

Rewind

 

Killarney,

And sun rising

Over an eastern hill,

I pack bags

And check the boot for sea rods,

Until

I can check no more.

 

Wait Wait

Hold on

Rewind

Rewind

 

 

Sonny’s gone.

The van is out.

The fecker knows a thing.

Learnt by years of moon watching.

I know

He knows an uncertain thing.

 

Wait up

Hold on

I’ll learn

Today

 

I’ll get me

Rods, odds and bobs,

And follow Sonny out.

To Kells bay,

Where,in the cold wind and spray,

I’ll wish

I was back in bed.

 

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