Harbor of Incontinence

In loves harbor moored in the dock of regression and anchored in the quicksand of incontinence as briny waves of inconstancy wash over my jaded bough scouring my white-washed deck over and over  leaving the silty residue of bartered romances tarnishing the fibers of my brigand hull peeling back the glossy facade that coated my proud vessel the drift wood of jilted lovers floats all around shrouding my leased yacht with the residual chaff of once fertile fronds that bloomed with romance then were blighted by the cankering disease of insincerity tides bring in the brackish seaweed of of salty flings that never rooted my wandering eye or planted my wavering feet which were tossed to and fro by a truant wind constantly moving in a listless, uncharted direction bandied about by the restless currents of change barges of opprobrium clamor about in my choppy waters tugging at my corroded conscience pushing the dross of my intemperate, impulsive dalliances into my feckless psyche