The Tread of the Ocean, A Thief in the Tides- Poems from The Captain's Chair- The U.S.S. MinnowPROSE!

But what is this, singing across the taut ropes.
The wind, that which provides for us.
She is angry now, a thirst unquenched roils.
Throwing us beneath water of oil.

This shipwreck will be the last.
Nothing here but rocks and grass.
Toiled for days upon the hard stone.
Only raised a single tomb.

All my Mates are done in, this life of drunken sin.
Has claimed another notch on her whip.
My last breath stolen for dark amusement?
Perhaps we took too many fish.

As above so down below, snug in my locker.
Noone will ever know, my love plays soccer.
Kicking balls all day, what a treat.
All that glistening sweaty meat!

jockstraps on display, fabric torn.
just like their knees.
It's just a shame I'll never get an invite.
Walkings not for me.

Wheels either side, motorized!!
I can do at least twenty plus.
The battery doesn't last forever.
This is just my ride.

Forever stuck upon this throne.
Everyone so jealous, little known.
Of blisters and swollen imaginary hurts.
Where limbs once moved.

Just to stand up once more to dance.
Or lean out over the bars, so free.
Like I did before that metal bug crumbled.
Taking joy from me.
At least I got my wheels.

Who would have thought this slight took flight.
Sneaking through closed doors at night.
Taking things he should not touch.

A creak a crack, a lid laid back.
A code laid bare, such snare for little hare.
What is this? A piece of hair, so fair.

Shiny things would turn in locks.
If only there was no block.
A key you see is only good.
For a single turn.

Unfortunate for this little snake.
We just turned the tumblers.
Try it once, try it twice.
Take my advice.
Twist away.