I was a captive on a ghost ship,
Its sails ripping in a gale.
The sea and all its monsters could not contain me.
I wore glasses with a spider crack in the lens.
I told the librarian I was a medieval philosopher
Lost in a long and lonesome theory.
She asked for my library card
Then escorted me to the door.

I fled to the local theatre.
I remembered I had a small, none-speaking part in a ****** epic.
I was one of the bombed and fleeing minion.
In the distance, Our Great Leader
Crowed like a rooster from the balcony.
“That’s me!” I said to the balding man
To my left-
“Between the man with the blown-out eye
And the old woman with her mouth open like she’s showing us her tooth.”

Later, I saw the man to sitting to my left.
I asked him for the time.
He gave me a frightened look
And stepped out in to rain.