Cahoots
the Angel of Death
snaps a towel
at the Eye of Creation
they have a laugh
don’t strain too hard
to understand
they’ve been at this
Awhile
Athwart
moving sideways
between things
careful the pull
of the false funnel
don’t want
down that drain
again
crack
knuckles
neck
back
contemplating a petition
but that’d mean
on my knees
soles of the feet
are planted fine
could be a hint
elongate the horizon
stretch the shadow
runway
pilgrimage
is pulsating
propel
when due
WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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