An Old Sailor
Behind the smoke of cheap cigars,
beneath the skin of a twenty three year old man,
Is an eighty year old sailor lost at sea,
Content and drunk again,
Off cheap scotch and memories,
Swaggering to and fro,
Drifting further from the shores of morality,
Slowly,
Constantly sinking,
Mad at the world,
At peace with himself. . . . . .
(2013)
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