Fist Harbor

The harbor of fists

Of anger and resentment

Lies just off the coast

Of fulfillment

But when so close

Not to touch

Resentment grows

Rather than a hunch

Linger in the harbor

With the depths of blue and purple

Linger more

Linger ore


Take Up Free Load

Take up

Free load

Holding on

Living on the road

In a life of music

Bitter Ends

The bitter ends

Confusions and hope

Whole the while

Filling in the holes

From bitter ends

And faithful sends

In a week and time

When we make our alright

Land and Sea

Land and sea

The space we live

And the in between

Fragile and imperfect

Set backs

From certain

While the deep blue curtains

Are pulled on the shore

Of Florida

Boat Life

Boat life and

Sea legs

Walking straight lines

Or off lines

Doing the best I can

The wild blue ocean

Bounds the sides

Of the ship

Ripping at the sides

Slamming side to side

On a life

On board


Ocean sweep me away

From the miles of land

Away into the abyss

Of water and sand

Pull me from the night

With you whiplash waves

In the eve of night I walk the deck

To make sure we are

Safe and set

Ocean oh ocean

How fragile

Yet deadly

Fire and friendly

O Ocean carry me away

And tell stories for today

Late Night Log

The late night


Compiled of

Many written stories


The waves of the ocean

As we are taken

Briskly out to sea

Swelled into currents

And miles from the shore

Late night logs of words

And more

Mess Hall

In the mess hall

The food gurgles down

A sludge filled drain

The water hammers the


Constant as rain

Forks scrape plates

All made the same

The mess halls up late on

The ocean