The Aquanaut By Lee Cassanell

A heartbreak hotel on the back streets of sin cross the road from a bar of hellfire Awakened by horns songs of champagne and blondes are the essence of all he aspires The Aquanaut swims through the excess of oil that cascade from the car pool of stars Impaired by the heat he succumbs to the speech of the poet who breaks widow's hearts Unable to breath with a lungful of leaf he exhales a typhoon of white mist His thoughts wandering to the girl on the swing that he crossed seven oceans to kiss.

Reflections recoil as the sea starts to boil on the evening the captain retired His mistress and child far away on the isle that seduced him with all he desired On the wild waves he rode with a deck full of holes as the wind blew his sails then his mind With nothing else left but the salt in his breath and regret of the bitterest kind In the shadows he weeps for his heart and the piece that still beats in his lost lover's fist His thoughts wandering to the girl on the swing that he crossed seven oceans to kiss Insanity rains on the infidels graves that where ransacked by children of waste Those victims of lies with deceit in their eyes that were and blinded by visions of faith Follow Jesus, she said he will answer your prayers and forgive your trespasses and seed It's too late for me lost my love to the sea and I ain't got no soul to reprieve She waits for his call in the mouth of the storm but he's nowhere and nowhere is bliss His thoughts wandering to the girl on the swing that he crossed seven oceans to kiss

Copyright ©2004  Lee Cassanell

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