Kelso At Anchor

Kelso has a boat smeared to the gunnels, with cawk and greasy weeds. At a prow of dawn he hauls dripping lobster, and their pots up the scummy steps of the silty stone harbor, pushing a barrow into the towns brick narrows. Kelso barters claws and tails to barkeeps, crab-mongers, to fish wives and their salty daughters. At close of day he returns to the bight, the bitty harbor, to eats mackerel from a spray-seasoned skillet. Then Kelso lays back with his reeky brown dog and smokes a care-free funky blue fog.