anchor's bitter end
sunflower to the lighthouse
and listen to its firefly soliloquy
free-falling in your lemon-dappled misery
hear the hidden laugh of mockery
for you see the end but not the path
and possess no courage
nor reckless abandon of the commendable kind
no lowered sails in shallow waters
no corrected bearings before the rocks
the admiral is tired
nothing admirable about a sitting duck
docked in unsympathetic spite
a prey to inertia
you pray to papier-mâché gods
that dissolve with amen still on the tongue
and you are sick
too late to take no prisoners
you hard to starboard
contemn ill-fate
and condemn yourself
to the beggar share