Pirate and an Island home

Pirate and an Island home

Spin the spool and let the rope extend

The fibers are stretching and this time has come to its end

The pale fabric is rising and soon to wave

Assent and sail, this vessel has accepted a fail

In every single attempt initiated from this captain

As probability would some how exchange ineptitude

For a common stage and traversing a divergent outcome

For once for when there could be another flag to send

Up the pole or wheel these waters to a foreign port in bold

Accidents crashing and at least tasting the flavor of the moment

As the jugs of rum go smashing against the mast

That there was some semblance of difference to the role I have cast

My lot but somehow this is all a plot of one and none

To ask and see a thousand movements away from me

In winds shifting simply on the lifting of my hand to the test

That this could sniff promise on the bows of this salty mist

Imprinting how the sight could craft my eyes,

Just taunting me to keep them closed next time

Patch them both, better blind, than knowing the consequences for what’s inside

All this sludge drenched home trudging through with a seaweed coat

Of strutting planks and abandoning an empty ship

Drinking an ocean in one sip to throw this down inside

Soak it in to the world’s largest empty space

Attempting to fill a grave of beaten soldiers rejected and swallowed

Pride gone years ago and a headless fool followed

Out on pirate raids to tell the fringes of a story that just digs the grave

Wanting to be some other soul and these chances come like desert drops

Mirages on a window sill of closed off nothing-wills

Read out after orphaned-deaths to describe the wishes of the dead

With cannon balled-out guts splattered on the deck

Of a ghost ship drifting between nowhere and a missing port

Out on an ocean eating old stories repeating

For the nourishment of some form of meaning

To this odyssey why won’t it find and end me

And obliterate this wretched hope of ever finding home?