Submissions by Sinbad

Perverted by a strange mechanism
over time,
synchronization with a conscience
was lost

Morality had wore out, become askew

No compass
No needle pointing North

The tracks were laid
No discernible direction

As far as the eye could see
the landscape was entirely flat
no peaks
no valleys
nor any good or bad

only the droning sound
of an engine

that pulled his soul from place to place      

Captain Bakoy is a smasher of hearts
a killer of dreams
a soggy leftover bowl of rice
to be eaten after dark
by rabid dogs

He lives in the hole of an old pussy willow
because he doesn't like sleeping on a park bench
or being woke from a deep snore
before it's time

His old drunken mates called him Captain Birds Eye
back in the day
before he lost his site from too much drink
and shovel-steamed his ship ashore
into a flock of wild guitarists
playing pool
in a bowling alley
with too much rum on his breath
to cheat...