as the number of ships lost on both sides escalates
less of wine and distaste for rum
smugglers and privateers prevail for no one
i turn to liquor in famine of weed
in weeks of Saturday nights
thanks to retirement on hands and knees
i keep my vessels where warm waters flow
to coddle the heart of the native returned
though fallen had she for Seneca Falls
the house of three gables would still winter travel
but storm-tossed island with little passion
this may as well be a starving Quebec flour ration
for all the ventures we've neglected
without rum or wine for travel perfected
i've taken to driving great distance on bike
flying to Hong Kong by myself as i like
riding high speed rails to Taipei
or going alone to a Miaoli cafe
as she keeps her ships bottled up in her port
and likewise her priviateer pirated thought
no Thailand nor conquest Japan as we did
not for lack of bread that we hid
this old man moves onward before he turns dead
and upward into the wild blue yonder red
9-29-13
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