A Year of Perfect Vision

Nautical fragments, a shipwreck of them, 

As though visions of anchors could replace,

The tireless cranking of a heavy circumstance.

It may be a new world, 

but it’s an old war.

* * * 

Give me a date for the dog to play fetch,

And it may be unrelated but unless I run, 

I feel wretched, like I don’t deserve you.

Let me reach some great feat, and entreat 

Your heart, your body, your soul

* * *

How is a cruise like a crucifix?

One accerates in the water,

The other in excruciating pain,

Dripping water and blood.