poem time

untitled.
the fisherman’s gut rolls over his scratched leather belt
fishoil & blood, yellow armpit stains, and the crusted salt of brine decorate
his striped blue shirt
he wipes his hands on it.
tattoos cover the hammer-head’s crecent scar on his forearm
his wooden peg’s begun to splinter
pieces of wood he uses to clean scales from his fingernails and teeth
his wooden [...]

Read Full Post »