Time
around you
disintegrates

Like boats in mist
the foghorns, we hear
while the beacon arises
as the distance draws near

Faint echoes of seagulls
spill urgent, over slow
rise and quell of w's
colliding into vessels
of forgotten origin.

Across-spread
romantic lullabies
as seas grow night,
only a compass
seeks
directional bliss.

Its needle pressing,
into stitches of quilts
reaching the abyss

Voyages damned by
the pelting paint
and fierce
beats

Abandoning
tornadoes harsh
as the nucleus
whirling whining.

Rocking to sea
drink brandy; smoke,
tastes like home.
how fires burn
steady pilots.

Pistols
germinate
prevenience

Away with
kilter
afoot

To wager
lost-empireless
portals of man.

Dark blue
knows this way;
home

Yet it searches
for
souls unturned

As empty vessels
arrive
unharmed

Patrons pursue
passages as timed-
demise meets wind

Mills makes as
water seeps into
tiny inevitable.

Visions become
lost amazonians
in the play at sea

Purporting to
temp temptations
with tempest;

Fervent
absolution
meets end.

Sailors reach
their stilted
journey

harnessed by
the mistake
of stillness

We thought
the ocean
was friend.

10/01/2009

Posted on 02/16/2010
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