Sailing

The wind shook and swayed curled in and over bow and waves swooped down and through the sails with a

POP SNAP CRACK

that made my ears ring -- pushing us hereto forward aft

and back

Making standing small or mild a complicated task

and I waited nervously for the boom SMASH to Papa’s head...

but none came – just the slap slap SPLASH

of waves into slightly damp and musty cabin and a sliver of clever trickle down my chilled neck and back

I am reminded of the
        coagulated duck blood dish
Served at one of my Vietnamese friend's house

The rusted red glaze looks delicious
     but upon diving in
                      it tastes of shit
                                  and violence.

mental trafficking

My mind is dark & silken corridors
cornered whores and wenches
who scream in silent agony
from their
dehumanification
and their men
from animalism.

Your twisted forests of barren limbs
Pale springs growth beneath them
Threat of frosted mist Descends
and envelops them.

Fainting Sensations

He said with a wink:       
I am sanguine today - only
In crimson libation           
which brings                     
          Fainting Sensations