there is no doubt you are born in the blues
a fish swimmin’ up a lagoon
open wide from the birth canal
eyes shut, screamin’ loud
weep child, weep
life brings plenty of tears
pain, joy, indecisions
you will have those for years
infancy sets the rules
impulses need to be fed
once you get the cravin’
it will get stuck in your head
blue fish flounderin’
bugled eye’d open air
hook’d mouth gaspin’
meaning never clear
longshoreman or fish
who are we?
you’ll find out soon enough
life ain’t nothing
more than flaying
good trout…
