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Mariner’s Blues

What all lonely mariners think about at one time or another: having sex with a fish.

Mariner’s Blues

One Response to “Mariner’s Blues”
  1. Mike 17 April 2008 at 7:09 am #

    I fell in love with a fish. She had the most beautiful scales. I said, “Fish won’t you marry me?” She said, “mike! that ship has sailed. You’re a man and you belong on the land and if we tried to mate it would fail. So you better just move on. You’d have better luck with a white whale.”

    It was an asymptote, one we could never breach. Why are the things you really want in life just out of reach?

    I went down to the water, I looked down into the sea. But, you know, I just couldn’t find her. Those fish are hard to see. She said, “mike! don’t you know the ocean’s just as unexplored as space?” I said, “Fish, I don’t know about that, but there’s some things man wasn’t meant to face.”

    She swam away. She had moved on. I tried to swim after, but I knew she was gone.

    So I go down to the water and I look right in. You know we could never have had a daughter. It’s as good as scientific sin. But the sun keeps on shining. It has little other choice, ’til the day that it burns out and all the doom sayers rejoice.

    It was an asymptote. One we could never breach. But maybe some day she’s waiting for me, waiting on heaven’s beach.

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