dreams of hybrid days
broken one by one by one
beneath superfluous weight
days half honest, half a lie
pulpit mornings, whiskey nights
cast away, moor-less, rocking free
drowning, shouting, laughing sea
float, float, float?
sink below and close
red eyes one final time,
seek such soft repose,
half-witted, waking, honest
singed by sun betides,
such broken wakeful measures
such stumbling, infant strides
dissolved away in whiskey,
pressed free like foaming wine,
fermented so very cellary,
with long forgotten time
the past presents no present,
looming wall of ocean rime,
once mutable now fixéd,
these memories of crime
what way, what with, what burden,
what day, what hour, what sign?
will whisk one free from whimsy,
and through black gates resign?
I shift and shit and sacrifice,
bearing burdens of that ocean ice,
I’ll break free, or die in deed,
(someday soon, we shall see).
I am done with cautionary ‘vice.