charting seas

there was nothing i wouldn't do for you
except nothing. couldn't not couldn't stop.
sliced a piece of mind out of hemp.
when the calls were thick honey in my comb
i washed them out, tangles and cloves,
down the drain. i was storm. you close

the door. batten the hatches. leaden cows
on the altar of the silent march.
you missed the gas chamber. turn back.

still howling round your windows.
almost gone now. almost blown down
to bermuda, sailing this time,
in a cabin cruiser with rum bunks.