Boat

Boat  

You can ride at dawn
under skin
mind numb
lure a humble  
reincarnation
altercation
thorn in the side
of all we are
were
I store you  
underwater  
in the treasure tunnels  
our young years  
getting higher  
evading  
inevitable corrosion  
 
I can't absolve  
myself seeking you
been wearing  
your eyes
my wariness
as crosses
an ageless chaos buried
in thickets of hair  
making steeples
of memories 
 
Days roll  
driven crazy  
slick, wet heat
situations gutted
oceans filled  
and still  
warring for more
quench a thirst  
some dank, rich sadism  
travelling wild
alighting dehydrated beds
running all the way back
to the source