Rime of a Modern Mariner
by Lee Harlin Bahan
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inspired by 118 of Petrarch’s Rerum vulgarium fragmenta I’ve been plugging along like this for years, sighs in my wake, mateless on a toy tug leaking fast as I bail, circling a moat I dug, afraid of drowning on shores I gasp for. So to hell with drying out. Pints of bitters sweeten my disposition, cut the legs out from under this devil, the one bugging me to phone. What if a truck hits her? Smoke fogs the bar until she’s whores the bathroom wall advertises. A bought fuck would cost less than calling her. Drifting home I salute whining German shepherds moored to warehouse light poles near the dock, marking fence, pissing on what they can’t own. (first appeared in Volume XII, Number 2 of Blue Unicorn) |
 Patricia Wallace Jones |
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