Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10, let the back burner boiling point descend, I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal) Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace. Close encounters of the first kind, contact cursed minds skies red.
The big city
Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making, carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders, stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors, carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature. Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones, could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed, veteran angler with a mission to run, make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues.
Bantamweight temper tantrum, decrepit anthem, set a low goal, I arrive late. Oh it'll be soon, balloon immune to doom blend, I ain't ditchin' the kitchen til every spoon bends.