You Can Have Her

At once we would up and hoist our sails

call vast crews and raise fortunes to travel across the sea

to the ones we loved.

As with our hunting and gathering

our odyssey takes a new form.

I'll sit with my torn up socks, my last black pair

feet on a stack of white ones-

looking out the window wishing I could make it across town

not very far

to have a drink 

or all of it

with some Penelope.

But my boats got no gas-

its dead on the shore, washed up.

All of me wishes I could get more 

but I spent my last four dollars on that pack of Wildhorse

which Mike

who quit smoking 

bummed a bounty.

So the crew of my galley will sleep another night

and I wont.

The sails will rest folded,

Th e cauffers have run dry 

and shes run off with some suitor anyway.

More sitting and starring.

400, 600 years ago there would be caravans curving and bending across the plain

hundreds of ships cresting the endless horizon

No destination was too far.

But tonight ill sleep on oak creek because the  pharmacy is within walking distance,

and my floor is covered with change.

Maybe it isn't even neccisary  to get the girl at the end of the quest.

I was always more interested in the mistresses and demons on the way.

and what good would sitting alone on the edge of a bed be 

with the last of your wine 

if you didn't have something monumental to complain about?

I to the suitors-

YOU CAN HAVE HER!

Suitors to one another draw daggers.

the second one kills the first one to flag her

3 and four both bleed on the floor as the lonely one

I

drunkenly swaggers.

Where would I get a fortune anyway?