Trumpet Solo.
.
Salty sea dog
Alloy at his lips
All deshevelled
Sad calls to all my ships
.
Captain, My Captain.
.
My oh my,
"The sun did shine on the fields of youth"
You three
Will always be light years ahead of me
You give me the kind
of protection my lack of maturity
causes me to find.
.
No such thing as -
.
Brown eyes
Impossible transient spaces
I'm lost,
so far lost and dreaming
so far unsavable
How far in between have we travelled?
Have we gone anywhere at all?
Moving glances
Watchtowers, chains and dogs
.
If I didn't need crutches
Maybe something might have happened
.
That's a convenient lie
.
Hull Breach
.
If I plumbed the depths
I would find the silent fireworks
Iridescent everythings
Fleeting eyes
And panels
.
Up, down, inside
behind a wheel
fear and exhaustion
floats the boat of war
.
Reddened eyes, loosened collars
"Section C reports damage to
life-support..."
puzzles, puns, riddles
"Sir we've lost deck 11!"
.
Amongst the gases and tiny lights
The metal churns
Bolting towards no known point
Christmas lights of pretty death.
Trails of plum, ribbons of ridiculous speed
.
Peppered sheets scream for mercy
wounds raining useless glitter
Dolls suspended from the grim other-world