Tuesday, July 28, 2015

bad deal

you really like fish
     and I can't even remember what year it is

most of the time
you like fish
     I can never settle on the year

or;     I mean

I can never get that last number right
     and you like all non-white meat fish


     lobster is seafood not fish
red when boiled

dyes my hand     slick and red

I wipe them on my shirt

the dark figure in the dank archway     by the dock

turn out yer pockets     wallet

stink of fish     brown water     machine
     gunpowder     oil

the slow moving clouds as the sun sets

a drifting thought

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