Joy and Sadness

Every porthole on the ship had flowers
the deck was  an idyllic glade, her masts
made out of eucalyptus and the radar was
an olive tree, the bridge was covered in
climbing roses, the sea was unruffled as
the mirror in the big hall of the ship Titanic
before tragedy struck.  

I didn’t like this dream it made me fearful
I looked in the archive of happy ships only
found one ship the old ****** rode the ocean
with the routine of a Reeperbahn ****
and laughed at the face of oncoming storms.
She was sold to a scrap yard and made into
nails which I used when building my house