Poem for Men Who like to wear captain’s hats

It’s obvious you

Like to run

Things

 

Other people’s cars

Other people’s boats

Other people’s bbq grills

Other people’s DVD players

Other people’s microwaves

As if they were your own

 

And there are

Other things such

as your mouth

 

You cock that

Goddamned hat to

The side and it all seems

To tip in your favor

 

And not one to

Get seasick in the

Cyclical nature of things,

You sail forward

 

And in the grating

Gradations that swell with

Waves that say both

Hello and goodbye

 

We are aware that

You are running

Shit

 

That why that captain’s

Hat stays firmly

Perched on your head

 

Perched like a

Feather

 

Ready to

Tickle

 

Ready to

Run shit

 

 

© 2016 Tony Robles

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