Anatomy of Our ‘Ship

Once an expedition full of wonder

Vast as the seven seas

But now just a puddle of a man

Plato’s Atlantis were not a place

But the mind of a man never found

Absent minded without official leave

You were my bowsprit

Made me greater

Where now must I anchor the sails on my masts?

Once a marine winding the capstans

Pulling in the weight of the unknown

Caught up in my nets

Nothing but lonely decks

And the creaking groans of an aching hull

Echoed in the orlop where our love hides

Decks of cargo of voyages past

Still I play captain and stand until our

Relationship’s sinking end

NEW POETIC ORDER