I’m lost again
in a sea of assumptions
afloat on a timeless journey
neither tired nor alert
but perfectly at ease
oh my captain
long abandoned ship
surrendering in theory
in a bloodless coup
now subject to discovery
amid so many
I’ve never felt so lonely
going about my daily routine
in quiet contemplation
in search of land or my lord
may two thousand nineteen
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Everyone notices the stars
when they’re drunk from excess work
and cheap rum
At midnight the lights
disappeared and the parrots
were barely audible
Under cover wicked winds
slowly rushed in
made worse by the waxing gibbous
stretching and reaching and
slapping the crew back to life
Come high noon the ship idled choppingly
off-course but no longer taking in water
Angry and hungry a few well-chosen men
hunt down the black cat
spooked and in hiding with her Captain
feeling sick and anything but mighty
june two thousand fifteen
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lost in north atlantic amongst winds
and clouds and the darkest of days
I steal glances from my captain’s log
find glimpses of london calling
ship hands from top to bottom believe
those quiet voices beneath the surface
got under his skin and commanded
his ship to sail in a new direction
countless weeks later we finally landed
the fullest of moons guiding us ashore
my captain safely back in london
his men starving to start a new life
december two thousand fourteen
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