Category: Captain B

‘Legacy’ by Captain B

My father
was bastard son of an emperor
I am
bastard son of an abbot

stopped home
for a change of clothes
a bed

a long journey and campaign
this year
i was bearing gifts

A back and forth that lasted weeks, but acumen determined this night.

It all appeared so swept and clean
The normal nostril
would not have picked up
the very slight tobacco scent in the air

A meridian, a constant
Flow, always to the next slaughter

On a Montana patio
With my Uncle Jim
And a cellar full of wine

I don’t think L was one of those YMCA monks there for the towel snapping.

Ain’t smoked one with the Leper Keeper / For some moons

When i sized up those carrying the swords and bows
I knew right then
What i’d waited for

Echoes in the flexible chamber
The moveable feast
Expands and contracts

amazing stories
stumping conclusions
all part of the chaos