game on


The salmon all stupid, before I caught them and took their picture, before I knew there was a difference in the river, a flash of light, a flash of fish and me throwing my line and hook out over the darkens and pulling it back in over and over again, that fucking flash, I knew it was there/ those mountains dripping down upon my head and shoulders to take pictures of, and keep me quite for so long, Alaska… one by one.
Alaska as soft as a pillow, as big as hard on.
Look at me, catch, the silvers so deep, and my hook
Fuck I am a child in your wake…
I am a man walking down your river. Determined to know the next bend.