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.


 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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