To look out
from this floating plank
into vast blue everything

The wood of the ship grows fur
and salt tastes
just like it smells

The crew had ababdoned ages ago
Or were they all drowned
I cannot recall

I've lived through waves
taller than the earth
and i've never lost a red penny
of my fortune

The food down the drain
and the ship provides
through sun and through storm
night long she rides me

We keep masks on the walls of the galley
And corsetts line the bow
hoping for breasts to constrict
and dispostions to correct

What time do you get off at the bar tonight
I think we can fit in
a quick fuck
before I sneak back into
my window

my little abused,
cum stained,
squeaky,
but not too squeaky,
i hope no one sees me,
you really owe me one,
and i'm bringing the ghosts back
tonight,

window

05/27/2007

Posted on 05/27/2007
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