I am an ancient sailor who
Has sent in for the weather,
Cigarette and pea coat fending
Off my worst of every thoughts.
But aye, the closest thing to land
Is but a mirage in my eye,
So I will keep on biting in
To my twist of tobacco blood.
Tag: biting
Another Depth (day 887)
For if I should swallow whole
The misery I laid out clean
I would become lost again
Beginning all my life anew
For lost was I
While never biting
Never taking time to chew
And least of all
My mind gone sly
I miscalculated
Depths of skies
Rebellion (day 127)
Like force of all time
That pulls and twists
The gravity of attraction
Is a stake with a fist
Scratching and clawing
And biting through mist
The world will unwind
With a shake and a hiss