The Old Man

The Old Man said there would be trout deep in the cool waters – close to where the stream feeds into the lake. He said if you walk through the tall grass you can get to a good casting spot. He said to wait till sunrise to throw the first cast. ‘Tie on a Spanish nymph, and let her fly there boy.’ Let her fly?

Somehow his old raisin heart still pumped thick blood into his dark eye chambers – for he saw deep and true. His hands were spiders legs wrapped in wet paper bags. His mind-tank was a blue sky where visions danced, exchanged pleasantries and then wept.

He said the world is a mixed up place where we all dream and wander – as we wander on our soul journey we will meet many spirits, and it would be best to try and not shag them all... at least that’s what the Old Man said.