Already falling off the wagon. Wrote this a few hours ago but forgot to post before midnight. Bad me.
They disappear into the ether
Like rain into the sea
Up to a point but then no further
They get away from me
I try to catch in nets of banter
With hooks of high heels
And lures of lipstick
But slippery fishes swim away
And Ahab-like I roam the decks
And shake my fists
And curse the day
Alone I bob upon the ocean
In an aging and creaking boat
No stars shine to navigate by
No charts, no maps, no latitude
Just desperation and obsession
Over the shadows of the deep
Yet still, I float.
No comments:
Post a Comment