Date With The Devil

O say salted Cap’n

As you steered her out nice
Having stolen the helm
Did your first mate fend all for her own

As you bellowed charter
In the galley that eve’
Did your keen eagle eye keep the course

As your senses took leave 
Of pirates you perceived 
Did you throw your bounty overboard

Out of Ireland 

The long ago
Special effects in stereo sound
Uncertain shadows
Epic, brilliant light
Clinging to a courage chair
Sinew-bending chase scenes
Not-so-tender talk 
Having lived the book
There was to come the film 

#sleepless @12:38am

In New York I know
It is an hour later
Here there are souls a swayin’ now 
Gliding
To White Rabbit, Creeque Alley
Golden oldie Boomer ilk
Some defiant steps 
Of a generation
Keeping me awake 
But ill-equipped to face Monday Monday

Day In

Find me
Stranger
In your 
Saunter
Wherewith deliberate 
Speed 

No
Sliver 
Of glass
No
Shade
Of grey 

No
Shadows 
Of soft introduction
Shapeshifting
The way
Between us