Gray clouds blacken the dusk
A sliver of moon
Shivers in the ocean
Little sunbursts in his head
Throwing back shots
Numbness
Flowing through his veins
Garbled messages in the tavern
Try to comfort a fire
That will not surrender
A muted scene of fishing boats
Eyes closing down on the daily frazzle
Generations seek to dull
One empty net after another
A fish out if water
Doesn’t want to feel the hook ripped out
Throwing back shots again and again
fermenting at the edges
here in these forgotten towns
burning in collective pain
memories and history
swirling down the drain
