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Last Updated: 09/06/2005 13:07:15
Invisible Ink
By Lee Cassanell
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A five year stretch
This sunken wreck
Has fresh sails hoisted high
His beard is trimmed
He's switched from gin
To Cuban Rum and lime,
The music sings
As muses swim
Around his ship of plenty
With decks of Kings
He throws them in
And never stands up empty,
A master now
He dreams of ploughs
Lush Gardens green and rolling
His sweet heart fair
Combs jet black hair
And smiles with lust and knowing.
Blue eyes draw back
To flags of black
With Skull and Cross bone menace
That night off shore
With four Greek Whores
That cheap hotel in Venice.
His memory shifts
To clouds of ships
Royal troves of spliffs and Bourbon
Such sex and greed
Those days of speed
When pirates shared the burden.
Adventure creeps
This shoal of thieves
Or plush lawns long and flowing...
Temptation lit
He bites his lip
And writes his Love a poem,
Farewell my sweet
Next time we meet
We'll both be Five years older,
And should I pass your port again
You'll have my heart and shoulder,
But now I'll sail
Through storm and Gale
Until my soul is ready
Don't fret
Don't swear
Goodbye
Take care
My One,
My Own,
Your Freddy xxx
The Sonnet stamped
He calls the camp
To order with a smile
These Salty fiends
With sailors dreams
Of rowing oceans wild
A smoke is rolled
The Sun Burns Gold
The Sea Sings songs of Wonder,
Content he blows
Content he choose
A life of loot and plunder...
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Copyright ©2005 Lee Cassanell
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