a Januaury song

saving days from raving crazy train wrecks dazed
plodding the wobble of sadness sobbing
increased the senseless sorrow that never seems to cease
the sensitive sympathetic softly sighing silence listening
soon the moon sweeps tides from wells of wishing
the east end best for bottom fishing
test lines fly the boats and brine the harbor sky misting
tugboats call their foghorns blare
a January song a winters tale.