On the Possibility of Being Arrested in Provincetown (poem)

He had given an earTo any harebrained idea-

Laborious facial ticks weighing 

Gold mines, health care products 

And safe combinations.
An old sea dog never

Got to sea, but he might have

If he ever wanted to

And he’ll tell you in a second

That he didn’t.
Never mean but inflexible,

Horny- like he might have

Been a seaman, but he wasn’t,

He played dominoes 

And drank.
In the Bradford, eating 

Chowder through a blithe full grin,

He explained to me

The use of a widow’s watch

And stories 
We might have been

Disorderly.

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