Lost at Sea
Diminutive the deleterious heart
of the downtrodden sailor
shanghaied in a bar in Spain.
Ghastly drunken visage, paler
than the gypsy’s thighs
the night he tried to set her
adrift in a morass of odd lies
through waves of his hallucination
amidst the moans, the groans, the sighs
distorted storms of intoxication.
The bell tolled twelve, he disappeared
in a clamor of vivid creation
lost among unfamiliar sneers,
lost at sea in a drunken trance,
too hazy to confront his fears,
forgotten yesterday’s lively dance
the ghostly ship carried him to sea,
sunk to the bottom without a chance.
His chosen path, straight and narrow,
his dying words, “Yo Soy Marinero
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