Friday, February 6, 2015

question of private

You ask to receive what is
unduly mine, my privacy
things that are forsaken
things I have been burying for
a century and a half

You seek privates intimacies, thoughts
names, and dates by piracy
intrusion never remains
black-flagged ships usually sink
taking with them
looted treasures and tales of drunken captains
half eyed, half legged

only parrots stay behind
echoing in your ear biscuit, bastard
basic banalities, too far from
private treasures, locked by charms
to coax, to hold.

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