Voyager

I'm cleaning out my cabin now
Good riddance to the obsolete
I'm kneeling down to touch a spot
That is not useful in my life.

Accumulation gets to me
Overwhelming throttling hand
I'd rather choose simplicity
and yes and no and yes again.

My attic window opens up
the tiniest bit of prospect
I saw a heart there yesterday
and light is just now fading.

The decks are cleanly scrubbed again
the ropes all sorted into piles.
They offer possibilities
to escape from such a height.

Hoisting anchor, wave again,
I'm all set to go.
Drowning I might find my way,
but now I just don't know.

Courtly love (written upon return)

Sir Smokealot, the foreign kind,
your body language reaches me not.

O Sir, I feel I owe a lot
to the patience of your eyes.

You look at me with heaven's gaze,
infinity of stars and shapes.

Your soul I know, the rest I won't
if one I know then that I don't.

With you I'll bear up any hill
insomniac squire of good will.

A curious guide, undestined yet,
no contract yet, just all implied.

O Sir, of any type a guide
would probably mislead you.

O Sir, your armour is my pride,
I'll not knowingly deceive you.

Adventure's bride with you nearby,
I'll gaze the orbs until goodbye.

Summer at mine

I guess I lost you yesterday
with anger and emotion.

I was acting out at all
the littling things you say.

Things that grow will need manure
occasional shit thrown on them.

They don't do philosophy
to blur all of their edges.

I'd take you any way you are,
not love-crazed, neither am I

A benign Vestal priest
just content in her service.

I'll stake my claim as long as I
may map your skin with kisses.

I'll find a spot there yet unknown
to lay my soothing hands.

Well I think I'll starve a while,
but that might help the growing.

Well looked poison ivy here,
it only burns in absence.

I think I lost you yesterday
and don't know how to undo it.