jan oskar hansen

Still Life

Still Life

He sat in a rowboat, in the deep fiord, with
a bottle of vodka, a flask of tea, bacon butty
and an apple. A mild spring day and he was
fishing mackerel; many he hooked too, soon
the boat was quite full of blue, silvery bodies
writhing and painfully dying.

Tea and vodka he drank munched the butty,
ate the apple; lit a cigarette inhaled deeply
and enjoyed his solitude.

Bodily functions never stop, he stood up to
have a pee, slipped on his catch and fell into
the sea; heavy boots he soon sank down to
where the sea is dark and unforgiving; rain
fell on an empty bottle of booze, apple core,
thermos flask and fish that had lost their glow.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 22, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (9/15/2008 4:58:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem with nice imagery.10 for it.

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  • Goldy Locks (11/22/2007 12:20:00 PM)

    sexy. like a warhol painting. tell the story behind the scene; i love it. best care, sjg

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