Branches like masts Of ships sailing on Ocean winds. Leaves like cloth Rigged to capture The gusts Billowing bravely, Wanderingly, Drifting yet rooted. So the sail itself Begins to rip Away from its bark, Tearing cloth and rope, Shearing stem with breeze Silencing wave sound In the leaves As they cascade To entropy. Breaking mastsContinue reading “Abandon Ship”
A ghost ship Adrift in deep space Harboring ghosts Of the crew As cargo When the captain left On an escape shuttle Leaving them all to perish
I can make you hurt like I do If I really wanted to Some things aren’t worth Going down with the ship Lost on the seas Drifting for years Seems like everyone’s hurt Already I want to be a pianist and a painter Passing by them on the waves No one wants to climb aboardContinue reading “Art”
Mechanical wire ship frame with more loose, less taut white and red decorative wire. About 10 inches long.
Fjord Passing I could call it a heaven Or a hell Maybe it was even Purgatory Where sailing On air Paddlers went by With oars in hand And they were rowing Disrupting Flowing Slowly Leaving wake Behind As a microcosmic Ripple To tell the tale Of where each Came from
Viking Voyagers In the shower with her I felt clipped. Vulnerable. Like my wings were missing, but in their place was something like cybernetics; when you know your heart is pounding, but don’t know what microscopic things are happening to beat it as a drum beats. Every cell and nanomachine in lost wings is aContinue reading “Viking Voyagers”
Penny Tanker An oil tanker Full of pennies Ran aground On a reef In a gulf It ripped and Roared over banks And settled on Sand and stood As salvage With a hull Full of copper And a fuselage Full of oil Ceasing to boil How small a coin Can do so much Harm
To Kxzzyxin Sea We waved from the gangplank And they replied from the deck Unaware that this would be The last time they’d be seen It seems really bright To be seven o’clock Waving from railings On the tall dock Not calm or collected Watching them go Triumphant collective Coming back, we know Fading intoContinue reading “To Kxzzyxin Sea”
Going Vertical Calling from her On a distant golden beach, Marooned, watching Into the return of me Not forgetting all the Good and bad I was watched in. How could I ever forget? One instinct always survived, Making me shoot flares Equivocally from angled horizons.