• Matt Smythe

PISS & MOAN

Updated: Jul 10


12 bass. 2 hours.

The wall of brambles guarding the 1/2-acre farm pond ate my lunch. But that’s how it goes when you play the game.

And here I am lamenting that I’m handcuffed during the week.

Whatever.


0 views

Recent Posts

See All

GOD BLESS BLUEGRASS

thank fucking god for that guitar making the most of his chance in hell whiskey with two ice cubes amphetamine fiddle and impossible banjo run lightning-strike tiptoes I can’t hear fast enough mando a

CORPUS CHRISTI

I wake to the wilderness in her eyes and a futile wish for cool air from the ceiling fan. Morning coffee and a cigarette on the porch. Shafts of sun and smoke tendrils. The coffee still too hot to sip

  • Black Instagram Icon

@fishingpoet

  • LinkedIn Social Icon

mattsmythe

© 2017 By Matt Smythe