the great big empty sounds good right now

if you’d take my hand + throw me off the bow

another voyage in the books,

another dose of dramamine

kept my mouth free from the hooks

so i recite while panicking:

“ah, what a lovely life at sea,

so far from shore.

so far from being lonely,

i’m lonely nevermore!”

drowning in a maritime metaphor.

ah, what i’d give to join the waves, a blip of bliss

to jump the ship, a freezing kiss

i’d go at night, i’d live again.

the great abyss sounds great right now

if you’d help me up and

push me from the bow

another victory is planned,

freedom braids my tangled hair

the headache pulse behind my eyes,

i can’t bring myself to care

ah, what a lovely moonlight beam

i dream to see

the flavor of the salt when

i’m almost there,

i’m almost there.

i can remember family: a taste of home,

a fireplace, but absent names.

in any case, they’ll keep me safe

the great big empty sounds good right now

i’m almost there.