Monday, August 30, 2010

some recent writing

This is a poem from a captain's log on and old Itailian galleon who's mission was to search out ghost ships and fuck up the unholy assfucks who inhabit them.

in restless nights, during endless tired
never can one be so inspired
but so hard it is to sweat feelings to page
to make a pen bleed, squeeze, fingers rage

this room's light, amber and pale
like my Vanessa's tattered, frail sail
and my mind stays clear for I am her captain
preparing men for harships due to happen

admirable men, these men at my service
fine whiskey, wine and meat, they surely deserve it
for each death they've seen, their friend, their best
I pin a weight and measure to my chest

far to many nights have we have spent at sea
we chase sunsets failing light, to Tripoli
towards the crew's Lebanese wives, their children, their lives
and love is the only thing I can see in their eyes

it's with the moon's rise we have our fight
tearing apart the horrors of ocean's night
for we're the keeper of the sea's lost souls
men drowned miserably, who did not have their toll

a terrible form the soul of a man can take
when he passes unreadily in seawater's wake
like a ghost, a ghoul, undead from the grave
a murderous soul which only holy steel can save

for six months we are deployed on the water
searching for signs of ghostly, green slaughter
when we find a site we drop anchor and wait
we grow anxious to meet the wailing souls we will take

GOING TO WORK ON THIS A LOT MORE. Fucking badass ship captain and crew hunting GHOST SHIPS? No fucking way.


  1. cool story bro :) following follow back

  2. Hi, Nice post thanks for sharing. Would you please consider adding a link to my website on your page. Please email me back.