from our new issue . . .
FISHWYFE
That notion, sweetheart, ocean eyes,
is an assload of mawkish bunk.
What we got here are fathomless shallows,
legions of ‘em.
Jacques’s five-fingered special: rien.
The Cousteau cop-a-feel: merde, le même histoire.
Here’s nothing but the salty truth:
Every disease ends in yellow.
&
There ain’t a bone in this port
big enough for my wishing.
What a drag-ola my empty net;
there’s nothing here I can’t resist.
