In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
Hang your head in shame,
promise of home and freedom,
Lady of Liberty, trumped.
While others sleep,
The vigilant stand watch over
The silent sea.
In the shadow
Light of night, waiting on
The coming dawn.
With stoney faced smirk,
the covert Russian Czar deploys,
his own trump card.
I, an outlier.
Neither here, nor there, everywhere.
Present, unseen, outlier.
Salmon pink sky,
At beginning of day,
Defining my mood
Eating at the bar,
Watching everyone talk about,
Pokemon not Nice…
What do I call it?
At the end of my leg, 11.5 inches long?
Can’t call it a foot!