With my instruments inside you
I still can’t repair this ship in a bottle
Much as I need to send it back into the ocean
08/03/2025poems/shade-of-navy
Shade of navy
With my instruments inside you
I still can’t repair this ship in a bottle
Much as I need to send it back into the ocean
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
