Sunday, September 13, 2015
The offshore sure thing - Your hook, unhooked.
I've been angry with you.
You rolled me under.
Shifted my tide....
spit me out into the mountains...
I anticipate your altered shoreline...
I can smell your rush...coming in, coming out
The last time you pulled at me
I begged for you to take me, pleaded...
Leaving me the lone survivor of your shipwreck.
I haven't seen the sights of you.
The distance of your swell
The offshore sure thing
Tossed back, washed up
secondary drowning; drowned.
We're about to settle up
O' Captain! My Captain.