(Or – We Don’t Need No Stinking Captain!)

I am tied to deviation;
The mast,
A pendulum,
In this raging storm.
A shattered sextant,
Cast away,
Portent to the unraveling
Of this maniacal world.

Sharks feed
In these uncharted waters.
An obsidian surface beckons me.
Heartbreak waves
Break over an irrational silence.
Sometimes,
I stare blankly into these unfathomable seas.

The land of truth,
Lies just to the fore.
There, a rocky coast,
Rises defiantly,
Intent on splintering
This impressionable spirit,
This ever-drifting ship
Of narcissistic intentions.

I am tied to deviance,
Fated to go down
With this wreck,
Laid waste by a sociopathic self-indulgence.

I will claim that I signed on in ignorance,
But that’s not to say,
I was never warned.



Michael S. True
11/26/06 last edit 9-01-13