Poem: Honey’s

By: Ricky Garni

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There is a bar named Honey’s
that makes a delicious and exotic
cocktail that uses filtered ocean
water from Montauk in its recipe.

Even though it sounds interesting
and inspired, I am afraid to try it
because I remember a poem that
I read as a little boy in which all

the seafaring men lost at sea
took to drinking ocean water
out of desperation and
consequently they all died

a horrible death and their bones
were washed to sea and the boat’s
empty shell eventually washed up
on shore and everyone mourned

very deeply for the lost sailors
misplaced heroes of the waves
but phew, at least it wasn’t cancer.

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Ricky Garni grew up in Miami and Maine. He works as a graphic designer by day and writes music by night. COO, a tiny collection of short prose printed on college lined paper with found materials such as coins, stamps and baseball cards, was recently released by Bitterzoet Press.‎

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