one very cold night
six artists rowed out of sight
vowing to never write poems again
at least not for a certain woman
secretly each wished
with broken open heart
that he might hear from her
once touching foreign shore
you see this wily lass only has time
for men not from same countryside
little did they know as chilly wind blew
boats filled with depressed dudes is nothing new
rejection torn destination unknown
Scorpio risings’ torcher equals epic lore
so here I stand glad to stay back as only sane mind
good luck out there fellas no honey’s worth leaving Hewitt behind.
Day Gun