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poetry by j matthew waters

manning the square-rigged caravel


it’s two in the morning and I find myself
chasing obstinate moon across the north
atlantic en route to newfoundland

the rum had run out days ago
and tonight we tapped the second
of three kegs of hopped ale we
commandeered at gunpoint from an
english galleon with a skeleton crew

monster waves are angry as hell
thanks to bulging gibbous
but I’ve managed to tie myself down
at the base of the long beak
getting bashed and spitting out
marching orders
to all the flying ghostfish of pirates past



about the square-rigged caravel

march two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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