A trap full of bugs

Listen to the sound,
The wind awakes-
Crashes all around,
The wind awakes-

And the waves-
Thunder,
Against the rocky shore-
The red sky of morning,
Has taken lives before...

With a trap full of bugs
The small sternman receives
Just a pocket full of change
And a temporary ease
From the winds of the worries
That wear down his knees
A trap full of bugs
Calms the seas...

Squabbling inside,
The trawl awaits-
Fearing the spring tide,
The trawl awaits-

And the buoys-
Promise,
To help the stern man molt-
But inside: a rubber lobster,
Cut that bait and fill that tote!...

With a trap full of bugs
The small sternman receives
Just a pocket full of change
And a hand full of bees
As the winds and the worries
Still wear down his knees
A trap full of bugs
Never frees...

Polishing the hull,
The stern man baits-
Conforming to the cull,
The stern man baits-

In the parlor-
Waiting,
The hens don't appear-
All his loves have been V-notched,
He's lost the will to steer...

With a trap full of bugs
The small sternman receives
Just a pocket full of same
And oxy in his dreams
When the winds in the stories
Of the pistol blow
Like a trap full of bugs
Cancer grows...