at sea Sunday
with easterlies predicted
but easy 15 knotters with
my gun crew of old school
and new- my old girl is ready
and welcomes me back with arms
out-stretched in a cornucopia of harvest
sea birds call to me at the wharf and
riding easterly winds, they glide all geo-
stationary looking me in the eye saying
WHERE U BEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!
I GOTTA A FUCKEN FAMILY TO FEED YOU KNOW!
they wait for me
and the harvest is at the birds!