Piracy

Swashbuckling
Watch as bare knuckles bring
Liquor with pale stickers
in an attempt to rip her
from her crusted cistern of a routine
which molds more
with each bloody sunrise
each smutty glum tie
she refuses to sever
but on a sailboat of hedonistic ways
Pain is mistaken for green mystic waves
of a nautical frontier
Let’s all rot filled with beer
And an apathy so piquant that no one cares who steers