Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh


Be careful of her
that guides your soul to the rocks.
The danger is what you came for, I know,
but her heart is as dark as the night time sea.

Her imperfections arise in the flecks in her eyes,
Islands of sadness they maroon storm-worn souls

sold into service – faithful as sea-dogs.

she is poised to collect what little you have.

her beauty, I know, you cannot unsee
If I could only be that mast,
that you’d tie yourself to me.
Softly she sings to steady your heart

but you’ve already drowned in the excess of her art.


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This entry was posted on October 7, 2015 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , .
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