In bed
     The ocean
Like an aged boat, bobbing
Restful
Below the nights undulating
     Consciousness

Pillow waves
       Under ceiling skies
The shadowy smoke nods
     Silent
Unsealing the eyes

The rustling sea, rocking
Against its warm body
     Gentle
As the ever revolving tide

Boney ores
     Heavy and sunken
Swill at the vast inky ocean

Opiated and endless – Dream
Of one day sailing; leaving

This dark malignant sea behind.