The bow creaks through the fog
Another destination
Another home
And through the twilight
Lanterns dance
Into ballroom ghosts
The eyes adore


Docks moist to set anchor
Like whiskey barrels in the rain
He soaks ocean spray
To arrest his tears in sway


Cobblestone hop-scotch / broken pocket watch
Charts map the flow
To the pulse of one more saloon



But a distant harpsichord
Sings sailors to sleep
His favorite memory
Hovers in fragments
Of distant lovers
Floating like driftwood

Of distant warmth…

A halo around his neck
And horns on his back
He kept her eyes in his bag
And proves just how
Wicked this world can be


Life in a spyglass
The mast rose
Like the low-tide
Of melted tear ducts



A shipwreck



A faded blue pea coat
Mends the mist....
The veil of a popped-collar


But the clouds boil black
And wind whips
Her ribbon clenched in his fist



The surf seems
To serenade
His soul into the sea


Fingers like lighthouses
Scream a faint light
And pass for a spectre
On the whim of a sail



he will never be free