Saturday, 2 January 2016
New Year blubber ( quota/end-quota )
january sails
not all they're cracked up to be .
wind's dropped anyway ,
and boat's got a hole in it .
taken me 3 days
to break a tight seal
on a sardine can .
the seal , generous to a fault ,
did spill the beans
eventually ;
its last words broke my heart :
! my blubber is yours , it cried .
tonkin myseel
MOE LITENSKYN
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