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My Captain
by Oisín Breen
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It’s been three weeks since I stood on the ship.
I leaned on the mast with my eyes set to sea.
The chopping waves groaned.
They cried in the lilting wind.

I gave it all up for the sirens.
I threw the ocean away with my mind to lay shivering and mad.
I shook at their feet and withered.
Every second I stared at their eyes.

My crew is gone.
I told them to leave me.
They covered their eyes.
Shaking and shivering they set sail and were away.

By the sea the sirens left me to drown.
Tired of my ministrations and devotion.
They declared I drown with the waves.
Tho the sea did not want me, I fell to the sand under the words of the air.

Karma clowns came from the shadows.
The sound of the waves chopped in the breeze.
I became an audience watching for what seemed like years.
The flowers in my mind took bloom.
The resting autumn daze of death is always replaced by a spring.

By the ocean, my ship long gone, a circus began.
The lights were bright.
Three tigers circled the ring.
Karma clowns kept me safe studying knowledge like it was chameleon.

When children reach for the cookie jar.
The circus screams through their blood.
They are like mad dandelion potions for eternal life and youth.
You sit and you stare, as I did for many years.
These children for them a day at the circus is eternal.
My Karma clowns were children and as the days flew so was I.

Four foot eight and rising I reached out for the cookie Jar.
Karma clowns with red painted faces danced round the circus.
The bright evening stars shone down.

II

I turn east to see my ship beach.
My crew falls from the deck like bombs.
Rah, the youngest oarsman stays aboard.
The crew, they fall and shiver and shake.
They hurry and worry and fall at siren feet.

Rah crawls toward me, the sirens call him too.
He crawls, his eyes staring out on the chopped up sea.
“Please leave us here!” He groans.
But I am just a karma clown.

I start toward the boat and climb aboard.
I stare out on the chopped up sea and scream abandon ship, everyman for himself.
I stand on the deck and watch the shaking waves splash over me.
I stare into the big blue sky.
It is night and the crew already left me.
I call abandon ship to an empty ship.
The crew already left me.

I stand as captain on a crewless vessel seeing ghosts in the big blue tonight.
I am scared by the vision of siren eyes falling from the sky.
I laugh so I don’t cry when eyes fall like anvils from loony tunes.
I come out fighting, three clowns for support. I told the ghosts to go and cleared my mind.
We come out fighting, dreaming of unwinding.

Abandon ship I call once more to the empty ship.
I sit down at the dining room table to dinner then uncork a bottle of wine.
I sit down for my thirtieth dinner alone since I called abandon ship.
Abandon ship I say thinking the fish in the water can hear me.

I do not hear myself.
The sea is rough and I set sail to the stars.

Copyright © 2004 Oisín Breen. No reprints or distribution of any kind sort in any form in this or any other known universe or dimension or medium without my express permission.



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Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
BRILLIANT work, Oiseen!
Reviewed by A PAX
wow.......i am saving this. ty ..........A
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Once again I can't fathom the depth of this odessey of sirens and clowns, but I'm with my captain when she goes down with all hands.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Very, very well written Oisin!!

Enjoyed this one very much.....click saving it!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by jude forese
well done! i like the karma clown image/concept ...
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