Fishes below RNLI lifeboats, riptides and strong currents,
A lighthouse scans
the waves, a fisherman saves his sandwiches for later.
Scratching the
psoriasis on his belly’s skin, he imagines himself coated in batter,
At home
safe and dry, his wife will natter with the neighbour’s wife.
‘Life at sea’s
the life for me,’ says the impressionable Joseph Conrad fan,
His innocent
plan: to board a ship, to join the navy wearing navy blue waterproofs.
Roofs
leaking, kids peeking through net curtains, while nets ensnare fish in water,
Unfathomable experiences happen at sea, kids are in the sea.
It doesn’t
matter, it’s a drop in the ocean, oceans apart,
The fisherman’s heart yearns
for his estranged wife,
As he reaches for a knife…
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