A Month At Sea |
the captain has become the shipso waterlogged and weatheredupon a sea of thoughts and wordson very little will he rest assuredwaves have become as high as mountainsthe shoals are as quiet as strangers...
Posted by Scurvy on Sun, 13 May 2007 09:13:00 PST |
how we tend to forget |
how far have we come?how far will we go?thinking like this is water in your lungsdreaming like this is water in my lungsi cant help but think of this ship as hellthis unfortunate vessel of oursthe dev...
Posted by Scurvy on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 08:44:00 PST |
Consider Capitalism |
"If this system (capitalism) were to go to the point of bluntly proclaiming that it imposes such an empty and despairing existence that the best solution for everyone would be to go hang themselves, i...
Posted by Scurvy on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 04:07:00 PST |
This: the Mouth of the Sea |
to all the midshipmen:"gather up your rope,and dangle yourself from off this boat"we became wind chimesso delicately tuned...swaying above the seaour breath is gone...but aside from ourselves we playe...
Posted by Scurvy on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 01:11:00 PST |
the art of jumping ship |
our feet were solid anchorsleaving us carelessly drownedin waters so often ignoredour bodies were never foundbeneath thirty some odd feetof deepest greens and bluesthe true colors of our defeatand the...
Posted by Scurvy on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 10:20:00 PST |
Faulty Fishermen |
this is what we do.rivers, lakes, and waterways...we go from a to b.ive started from the sea...and ive clearly telegraphed my looks...i clearly set my sails for west...and ive clearly baited all my ho...
Posted by Scurvy on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 08:32:00 PST |
Lazarus |
we were wrapped in the clothes of the dead...held together by the decadence of bitter failures...but three words changed our fortunes instead..."wake up sleeper!"the great city dressed in porch lights...
Posted by Scurvy on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 09:47:00 PST |
Is This Your Frontier? |
it came across the radio last night...this proclamation of salvation..."manifest destiny! the american mutiny!"so we wrote it down in the palms of our hands...and here we stand...we say we are defeate...
Posted by Scurvy on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 09:49:00 PST |
Space Cadet... Pull Out |
if i hide beneath my failing hands...i would suggest a fleeting heart...but a beating heart will pass away...just as she passes me without thought...the days are falling from our calendars...these are...
Posted by Scurvy on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 09:32:00 PST |
Shorelines |
Her silence crept through his mind. A prayer passed from silent lips like an angelic passing by. This existence contrived from ends of the world manifested by the gentlest touch rendered itself as t...
Posted by Scurvy on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 11:43:00 PST |
