Notes From a Lifeboat

The thing about writing is that you have to organize your deck Putting the marina ghosts locked inside the captain’s head And when the itchy comes the breakers will stop So you can finally see lightness in feelings, words and thoughs They need to be filled, to be told But, sometimes, you don’t have a story or a punchline to hold My job it’s to write; it’s to feel the need for visualization But life wants landscapes, reality and comprehension I know he’s listening to the jazz music And seeing the bubbles popping out of his glass of champagne The pain from his brain doesn’t make him sane and vain No, not today I love that boy too much to bring him to my reality, thou So, that’s just how things roll No morals or good remedy from happy endings this night I can tell that we need to emerge through dark profundities from time to time… But do you think we might?”