Sea Life
What I see is not very much, a Formica table
greasy plying cards and dirty finger nails.
It is like being stuck in a deep valley between
green waves; tomorrow will be the same and
my ignorance is as the flat map on the wall that
shows oceans and land but nothing more; in
the corner of the map is writing something
idiotic in Latin: “navigation is more important
than life. “Valparaiso and Buenos Aires names
on the map, harbour bars are the same a dirge
of empty, laud music and idle lips is what I see,
just like a Formica table greasy playing cards,
dirty finger nails; clunking fists hitting a table
in impotent triumph… and nothing more but
endless gossiping about fun last time ashore.
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