Black Spot

The seas are swarming,
and I'm throwing fish right back.

the smell is overwhelming,
they rot uncontrollably in the corners of this boat.

I've been fishing for almost two years now.
haven't found the one yet.

I pick one from the net,
smash its head against a rock.
he wouldn't have lasted anyway,
lost the key to my cooler's lock.

the oceans overflow,
fellow fishers yeild full pots.

I'm in a black spot.




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