A dog sailor might scrawl


When the last curtain call
has impaled every illusion
a dog sailor might scrawl
in a late night confusion
there is no turning back.
The cruel mistress of night
reflects all that he lacks
in his insignificant plight.

His empty fencing face
signals "I want only to please",
I want to be a part of the race
where all hand say cheese,
where strict codes are needed
and the unknown is feared.
All conceit that preceded
is now deception revered.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 20:32

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Zoya Zaidi
Where deception is revered
and strict codes are needed,
where the unknown is feared
and sanctions are conceded
There the late night prowl is
hardly ever superceded...

(((Hugs for the multi-layered write, dear Ben!)))
Love, Zoya
2007-02-20