Tuesday, March 2, 2010

768. DRUNKEN BOAT

DRUNKEN BOAT
(for A.G.)
And only twelve years later,
acting preposterous, standing alone.
Such a hopeless mess, I wish I could help.
But the bride has left for Laredo and what
remains at the altar is dirt. Drunken boat.
Drunken boat. The deep, dark sea is calling
but all you've left behind (drunken boat,
drunken boat) is, at the same time, gone.
There really is no reason to return. It is a
hopeless land, my friend, truly a hopeless land.

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