Oars up

[Manslick]

he said - tie them to the wheel
the women
and so we did
we had to

those subtle wrists
against the rough rope
our eyes locked in pain
my black nails on her vein

in a hard wind he said = pull
the girls were tore under a gale
none came home
he slammed his door

we had no choice
when the wind howles for hours
wanting men lose their voice
I bit my tongue

sunrise woke me hard
come to another hell
abismal feet
stink hair

he orders us up on deck
to haul on frosted ropes
them ones can't take the work
fleeting dopes off the boat

oars up
oars down

 

[jeffguitar]

Very cool. "to haul on frosted ropes", I love that line and it made me think of the fishing show in Alaska, damn, can't recall what that show was called now. Good stuff.

 

[Manslick]

Thanks - stole that line from Sting, tho he said hauling on frozen ropes.