how sweet a feeling it is
to work until you’re broken
I feel ‘like a sailor coming in . . .
yes, I worked on a huge-huge boat,
‘hurt carrying the heavy-heavy lodes,
I weathered such torture,
my life flashed before my eyes —
— here, have some more gin . . .
I’m just beginning,
to explain how grough is
my grit
⸻ it was do or die
⸻ time after time,
there was no other course,
I had to fight thru just to survive
now the only thing that makes sense,
is you with your legs & breasts,
blackholes with infinite pull,
I hope your skirt is hiked, & underneath is nothing . . .
because truly I was thinking about you . . .
when the waves were tidal . . .
so if these hardknock stories have charmed you,
& my eyes & nose have disarmed you,
& you’re everything I wanna do
let’s play & have some fun,
bed & laughs, thru a Moon & Sun,
you, my special someone!
& me, just ‘like a sailor coming in..
x0x0x0x0x…
joe