FOGHORNED

c 1998 Tristan Winter

Grab a slice of moon and savor each bite even the shipping news don’t know how it came about same tired tales to tell well kinda similar anyway and I got just enough time to watch the night peel back and drop

Cheap bottled port of call don’t look round just nowhere at all sliding through the brilliantined streets so skinned donkey sad red lights screeching off those scary blossoms hanging from second floor windows and jesus christ lady I am the goddamn shore patrol

Cold dogs kicking across my mind squeezing worms right outta my feet some corncob borkum shag skittering down the jetty

All those smoke choked rooms scintillating with vicious women and I’m rowing in a hogshead of rum through a sea of boiling monkeys

Mouthful of stars and a shirtload of bones chattering drybean tangos through this sticky predicament yeah well I was headed out anyway and I’m telling you man she had one for each eye

Don’t bother to check the dumpster drop in at the Town Club get myself around another can of that stuff gotta earn your stripes somehow and that’s why they’re carving turkeys in the alley but maybe that clown just cut himself shaving

Love-gored hearts splattering down like toad rain I’m choking on tears from your pussycat eyes well Friday night guess I’ll take in the show be weeping bloody beernuts but that’s ok man I’ve had worse just not in this bailiwick and I know she’s still waiting for me on that old Black Freighter