Refit
written by: SMiles
@stephenmiles2
Dream boat Daisy grounded my shore
a maritime disaster, relationship nightmare
I slept sound, down in my bunk
her waves washing me in filthy water
a note of mutiny received dried eyed and sober
octopus tentacles engulfing my oars of cognition
blue hooped Tee’d, anchor tatted and blue beret hatted
a classic look for a classic vessel, beaching goodbye
tugging to safety, where the love is free
too young to scrap, too old for new cargo
my hammock swinging to a shanty lament
dry docks no place to find new groundings
the sad and needy, not too choosey, take a chance on me type
even ballasted, super structure in tact, not too fussy paint job
never asking for seas of seven, oceans great or small
contented meandering my micro world canal
applying for first mate aboard a new launch luxury liner
twenty five years afloat, not a blemish nor defective radar
damn that radar and Caribbean cruise submit
what this old tug needs, is a damn good shape shift refit.
SMiles
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