Wedded to the Sea
Come with me to the drooping docks,
I’m sailing far over the sea.
I’ll probably end, it's my luck,
To chase the wind, in North Korea.
A thousand tears are all I have,
To remember us by. And a
Thousand smiles unloaded to docks,
And drove off into the hills.
One kiss, she kissed me once with fire,
So, I kissed her back with ice, pulled
By the ghouls who grab at my legs.
To rudderless boats that shatter,
The creeping doom that calls my name:
‘Madman, Madman! You must row this
Boat out blown by winds of dementia,
Over the lonely edge of the Earth.’
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