"Fishermen On Tuesdays"
Fish cry wet tears of licorice taffy into a sea of purple tea.
Fishermen come to see if they can catch the silver fish from the freezing sea.
Skies of grays and there is a green thick haze.
It pays to pick up bait on Saturdays.
Fridays are ladies' days when they can tan in the sand.
May is the best month to catch these crying fish.
You wanted a flying sea wish.
You got a fishing pole holder.
Instead of being behind or ahead.
You are there, here, and elsewhere.
On all sounds.
What goes up rebounds.
By Jonathan Billet-
-01.27.2014
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