Let Us Do Something Else Poem by Martin Lochner

Let Us Do Something Else



Harbor tug gongs and the sound of hungry gulls
A salty breeze burns dry lips

the sweaty sun stings bare shoulders
and the glare tears sunglasses

but this toil here on the jetty makes me smile
determination keeps me on the fishing line

today I catch the biggest one
with ample amounts of whiskey

declare unto all
I’m on god damn holiday

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