As my most obsession
    God's creation
floating on my shoulders
      adrift on my island
off a rocky coast
      the gulf widening
'tween the ears
      I float, look in, at what is left behind,
as I sink to find my oyster
      I find an empty shell;
shucked years ago, slurped the salty flesh,
so,
many years ago, washed down then, I thought,
in
Alcohol, my Life Vest-
      it all was dreams,
holding to one post remaining
from a queens bed-
thought, how it kept me afloat-
Oh, how wrong can one be?
the floating wood,
was my anchor,
I mis-thought.