Beside the Other Bones

Thoughts sail away in loosely packed barrels

tucked within gunpowder and fine silks and 

beside the rum.  Whether by sunken ship

or port, I am split from them now 

until the time I wear away and reside

beside the other bones.

My heart slips away with the pink moon

that parts the horizon like Moses the sea;

dawn shatters the night like broken glass

and my heart is only one of the shards left

beside the murky puddles.  Whether by 

broom or rain, I am split from it

until the time I wear away and reside

beside the other bones.

Handsome commandeer who steers the ship and

shoots the gun, rob my chest of organs

until again departs the sun.  I've nothing left

to give you but my meager, meek backbone

so fare me well; let me reside

beside the other bones.