Sea Shanty

My body drifts

Across silent oceans of sleep,

Carried by strange winds

To a happy feral place

 

Where I’ll meet a you

That doesn’t exist,

All pearlescent hair and

Iridescent skin,

 

And I don’t know when

I became an old man, but

I’m young enough yet

To throw another bottle overboard,

 

Thinking of

All the things I want

And how I’m going

To get them

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