Waterfront Woe

on the pier, the cold winds pass
booze-cruise flashes by
waves ripple up, splash, die
sleeping fish beneath lie
motion in, motionless, he’s by my side
shivering on the pier like a wreck
I offer him the shirt off my back

he doesn’t take it
and we stroll

the fish living in concrete
bang glass walls and stay asleep
lobster boats out with the tide
the skyline swinging in my eyes
all my power plugged to light
my baby, he burns bright

bang thick glass like silent fish
scream for seas to swallow this
but it’s no use, he’ll roll on by
throw the fish back, it still dies