ocean calling

greasepaint

winds died
just as patience promised
waves gentle
against the damaged hull
time is tired

i am lost

undecided
if doldrums are a respite
or simply a place
to drop my compass and drift

open mouth
thirstily drink moonlight
let the clouds decide
when i’ve had enough

straight jacket is tight
canvas and leather heavy and cold
straps buckled locked in rust
ocean calling me
over the side
swallow salt water
in goodbye
to the evanescing sky

your last words to me
over the phone
you’d best hope
god hasn’t been watching you

i heard you
and
i promise you

he has not

 

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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