Philosophy

The Ship deck

There is no outlet of love in these repugnant days

she bids hello to see if the tower in the east sees the ship

on the receding line of loveless but settled speck of a dip

of the hearts which leap though in short squirts leaving

behind nothing but a whimper with parting waters

 

Nothing catches the fire on the wire to the coast

saying the gold digger pirates choose not to bring

chaos to the otherwise calm and hushed wind doing

the circles of circus on the tapering deck that calls

for the noteworthy dance from Spanish flamingo!

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