Aboard Towards Oblivion

... sail on ...

Tonight we're sailing

`Neath the nigh-new moon

Rum-soaked picaroons

Needing to go numb

Or some degree of dumb

The plunder to be had

Is not feeling bad

Senselessness, ahoy

Tonight we're sailing, boys

Past the Cape of Good Sense ...

Oblivion comes hence

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024

Reviews

[Amy R]

This poem depicts a group of sailors embarking on a voyage under a moonlit night, driven by a longing for freedom from their troubles.

It explores themes of escapism and the desire to numb oneself to reality through indulgence, particularly in the context of drinking.

This poem invites us readers to consider the balance between seeking pleasure and the potential consequences of losing touch with reality.

Thanks for sharing.
-Amy

[Desert Knave]

Thank you so much !~Jim

[Amy R]

No problem. keep good