Sunday, March 3, 2013

Four Poster to Vulcania

My bed is a sea worthy vessel,
It cradles my each aging bone…
I feel the need to raise sails,
Dump all ballast and sail home.

The years were a hostile army,
Wounding my memory, hope and hip
I’ll return one day to Vulcania,
Blow it up and scuttle the ship…

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