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Night Moorings

 
To be tossed from the sea of a upside-down mattress
Onto shaky coffee grounds
Late mornings fail to try early nights 
An anchorite floundering helplessly
Trying to connect his vessel
With the bed of your body of water
Flailling in my pit
Like an uncomprehensibly simple page
Torn from life's rich tapestry
Light slipping - a heavy wait
Until I'm once more
 
Thrown from the back of a good mattress
By a gentle, subtle cool breeze
Of worldliness, compromise and carelessness
Still time stamps 
Wanting to pier into the open dead see 
Playing the blame game
Coasting around the subject
Dissolve the causes
Turning star bored 
An aging buoy - bound by the day but
Moved by the current
The night outside drives on
Flashes and gives a hoot from time to time
Ear plugs for paper walls and floors
Find me forever a drifting off
At the end of the wrong cables, ropes or lines

 

◄ Attempt At A Poem in the Style of Tu Fu

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