up to it, slick copy-
writer—one morning,
all of your
swift flowing
currents of
pure thought may happen
to align their phases—perfectly
with the
rhythm of some
babbling and sense-
lessly incandescent old river—what do you write
then? Right then
and there? when
there's
nothing really swimming
in your mind to say—except may-
be mawkish-
ly—over
and
again:
Gone Fishin'
Gone Fishin'
Gone Fishin'
Gone Fishin'
Well, heck—that
ain't such
good English—is it? Though
yes, it is some good—
American.
