it took me a while
but i found
all you really need
to survive
is a pack of matches
and a sharp pen knife
some string
and a hook
because fire
is the no-man’s
best friend
and fish
are free
and both go
a long way
to warm toes
and fill
an empty belly
on a cold night

a blanket
or a woman
are nice to have, too,
but a bottle
of hootch
under stars
and moon
as the 2:19
wails and
rumbles off
to Toledo
is sweet enough
for me
as i pick
catfish bones
from my teeth
and let loose
a fart
of epic


(originally published August 12, 2012, on allpoetry.com)