Abaft Poems

We fly forever up high
In our own blue sky
Thru clouds, past rain, moon abaft
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We've sought our sextant, fair and free,
          Thus bound with dreams, this starlit sea -
               Should other...Read More

Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.

Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of sorrows
An imaginary fiend that mars
A twinge that only herself knows.

Behind those unappealing blotches
Are griefs, worries...Read More

I've courted luck, in countless ways
      Against the ragged judgments and self-umbrage
         I still draw breath, and the mirror has been charitable
   Most I meet...Read More

Cast tie-lines to the shadowy depths above
                    A meteor to sink into the ocean of suns
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The wind beneath my wings was a fart
And excuse me is all I could say;
Flying here where worlds apart
As the good folk looked on in dismay.

For they had expected much more,
Loftier goals had been set for me;
But in the end...Read More

All is calm, all is at rest where once a storm had brew. No spray of mist, no violent torrent, nor upheaval of swelling wave to creek timbers or wash men over.

There was a calmness but once before it, where...Read More

 The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea
The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked
It would be fair time afore it sought the lee
With the slams and the pitching the ship could be wracked.

The foc'sle went...Read More

Enter to come
Suffer into
So I appeared
Soused in my tripes
A semblance cast
School way in halls
Visage of black
Takes two steps to
I ebb trail back
Forthwith I flashed
In bathroom stalls
Walketh me them
Toward the hind abaft
Descryed my eyes
Two pairs of four
In each latrine
Afoot we passed
Every...Read More

" Rime of the Ridiculous Mariner "

{warbled to the Merry Tune: Jingle Bells!}

Jingle Bells & Flyin' Hulls
All sheets in so tight~
Yikes Ahoy! There's the ploy!
Sail right through this night!

Run downwind beat to weather
fall off as ye wish~
Set your mizzen up...Read More

One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting...Read More