Room 105

September 22, 2011

He took yoga lessons
but desire came back
He drank ayahuasca
but desire came back
He sat under a tree
but desire came back
He moved in a lighthouse
alone in the small room
of the beacon keeper
a pencil and paper
spermacetti candles
grog bottle and a bible
but desire came back
Luckily, he reckon’d,
maritime life’s never
short of robust hemp rope
and the beacon is high.

4 Responses to “Room 105”

  1. mark Says:

    YOU ARE A HELL OF A POET


  2. *bow*
    still needed a bit of editing,
    now it’s fixed.

  3. Lelilah Says:

    hey—dunno if you do it for a livin, but I think you have some real talent there.


  4. *another bow*
    Yup I do it for a living – but prose buys the food, not poetry… Not even Virgil lived off poetry ^_^


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