Where did my men left
consumed in
the memory
sailing boat, aboard an artificial
light, harbor, delightful sins
where are my men
lost at sea, you see nothing
ever made any sense, thus
meaning had no place in here
seeking it out, the guts of a soul
that stood
there.
always.
silent.
One by one they 've sailed
to a firm tight that
will keep them anchored
here
forever
in the denial of true
feelings
there.
always.
silent.
I stood there, watery
fierce and forsaken
I've lay in them, melted
the drop frozen, stone's skin
screaming as moon-like being
I've opened
the cave
lost the keys, forgotten reef
from where they came
wash me
wash me away
roll on me
as I stay stiff
in their golden
seaweed
always.
forever
left open
Where did my men left?
Picture: Lissy Laricchia
