Admiral of All At Sea Built From Wood On the Hanging Tree
So this is where the trail ends
in a long forgoten paper town
Flipping dirty mattress in the ghetto turning tricks for matchsticks all for money lending
Because we born unto it like scarlet vixens in classic literature told to believe in
So bleed for me then place me on
the next bus home
Until i ascend come easter to master the hanging tree
Crusading forth to meet my prom date 1 day i hope to marry
A journey into discovering that which i thought i'd lost i had in fact not
Wrote aboard the deck of a fishing boat
set to sea in a hurricane no mortal human shall return from
An epilogue to dodging hailstorm
whilst eating peppercorn to warm
the cockles of the coldest of darkened heart
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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