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The Captain on Wrecking Whores and Garbage
Stranded ashore
the captain waits
for a drier moment
weather eye on the window
while voyages from his past
tiptoe in and away
He shakes his head
at the last course
set through coffee stains
on the chart
remembering the reef
in the wrong place
the groaning of a grounded keel
ribs splintered
like a drowning whale
Back when he could smoke
still share a glass
and joke about
the finer things of life--
the ladies in his cabin
or fair winds that followed
under constant blue skies
he'd fetch the smallest island
with unconcealed delight
but seldom a hint
of surprise
He'd tell you why
a blonde whore
was too much trouble for a sailor
so he always chose brunettes
preferring to reflect
on anything at all
rather than his chore today
The sky around him now
remains stubborn
a rogue wave at his shoulder
refusing to behave
and he's heard how city people
die every day
hauling out their garbage
in the rain
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