Its like that ship
I saw
so far beyond
the point of 'moored.'

It's heaped upon the shore,
its cabin, slack, and sagging
wood that once held sap and life
now merely a construct of bad engineering
a failure to plan,
an unfortunate twist of events
-fate
drawn sharp
and close,
to rest on weathered
mildew-darkened beams
of half rot semi soil
shaped like vessel
home to a thousand festations.

Yes, our love
this beautiful eyesore
Lays its hulking belly on shore beside the sea
rests, waits
for some natural circumstance
course of events
to carry it home.

01/29/2007

Posted on 01/30/2007
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