dream

one more dream
as always unscripted
raw broken bones and blooded head
lowered into my burying ground
words left unsaid
accomplishments fallen lifeless
between the thought and the act
a diffuse mission unaccomplished
time unrecoverable
and yet...and yet...
I rise spitting dirt from my mouth
shaking mud from my hair
naked and trembling
stepping a macabre freezing dance
across the gore stained deck
of a frigate sailing against the wind
my cutlass clasped in my hand
heavy and reassuring
as I pass I give each cannon a loving touch
boom...boom...boom...boom
gonna' shoot ya' right down
I awake to the welcome beat of
John Lee Hooker's classic blues
and get to live another day
in fear of sleep



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-09-19 at 14:01

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