My lone, disheveled skiff is flooded
With moonlight. I am a real-life sea captain,
Wading off the shore of Life.
I have jettisoned my mighty oar,
I now lie on the hull, drowning
In a Champion's brew.
I miss my mates.
I'm sick of reminiscing w/ the stars
Of my friends, my crew,
Our complacency,
And the Great War.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
My lone, disheveled skiff is flooded
With moonlight. I am a real-life sea captain,
Wading off the shore of Life.
I have jettisoned my mighty oar,
I now lie on the hull, drowning
In a Champion's brew.
I miss my mates.
I'm sick of reminiscing w/ the stars
Of my friends, my crew,
Our complacency,
And the Great War.
By Corey Parsons
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