There is a man
Who keeps a guitar at his right hand.
He is sweet,
Such a man to meet.
His heart, he cannot lend,
For he's bottled till death's end.
He carries a blue look,
Grasping the air with his shiny hook.
So much love and anger,
Forever held down by a big crusty anchor.
-Ashleigh Mull 12/19/2016
