Poem for Men Who like to wear captain’s hats

It’s obvious you

Like to run



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



That why that captain’s

Hat stays firmly

Perched on your head


Perched like a



Ready to



Ready to

Run shit



© 2016 Tony Robles


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