![]() Lost at SeaA Poem by Crowley![]() Trying to be relevant....![]() Sailing that
trawler of dreams, shrimping, but hoping instead for a haul of permanent joy
This course
takes a good man away from pristine waters, splintering Christian acts
Placing the
heart and mind within reach of dangers crippling fingers
If there is
a green flash, hope to Neptune it isn’t thermo nuclear in nature
And instead,
an omen that the Gods have a message for you
One that
starts with tears and ends in triumphant death
The tide
turns crimson, the tide runs true
And sea
birds call for a stop to the chaos of men, if only to feed for a bit
But you keep
grinding the shore and betting the ship and shouting your epiphanies
Bending
reality until she screams in tortured wails and snaps your mutinous spine
Digging a
grave at sea is easy my love….and we shall all pitch in with our golden
shovels. © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on August 7, 2018 Last Updated on August 7, 2018 Author![]() CrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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