Fishermen

The sea is whispering

when we‘re standing in the dawn.

In the distance a boat’s calling

like a roe-bucks horny roar.

The seagulls are laughing

at jokes that we never known.

See the sun walking on the horizon.

When the morning comes

all the fishermen are coming on home.

Your mind is crawling

like kingsnake upon a lawn.

Stretching out, then resting,

resting, like a ball that got caught into a goal.

The three answers are still looking for their question.

See the sun walking on the horizon.

When the morning comes

all the fishermen are coming on home.

The seagulls laughing

in the misty dawn.

I’m glad you found

your direction.

I’m taking of my clothes,

walking towards the horizon.

The water’s so cold

when it touches my empty balls.

You’re standing like a statue

with all your clothes on.

See the sun’s walking on the horizon.

See the sun’s wandering on the horizon.

When the morning comes

all the fishermen are coming on home.

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