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A poem built around the idea that I am a drunken boat captain
by Jolie Jordan
Sloppy in a bar,
even closed eyelids
see what I cannot
It is winter again and we are getting fat.
certainly it isn't my cooking, so if what they say is true;
aren't we supposed to be happy now?
I've departed from my love
I thrash about; drunk at sea
as I heard the voice of the waters
and wished to drown.
12/05/2011 Author's Note: Everybody's gotta learn sometime.
Posted on 12/06/2011
Copyright © 2026 Jolie Jordan
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