Ahoy

Image throttled in the subconscious,         romantic throwback -         the mind on a voyage round land's end         to eclipse pyramidal fires         set as beacons along rock strewn shores -         her skeletal inhabitants on ice flows         wrapped in bearskins         with dirks between their teeth         slapping one another to keep warm.         Then, alpine ranges carrying         the plight of the Andes in their mouth;         a dull, white sail propped against ship's bow         with a noise like an anvil         coming loose in the brain.         More frightening, sailors mutiny on a diet         of bread as sallow maggots         march in a quarter horse sized trot         across the floorboards.         Such men in the bellows of one's mind         break out rubber dinghies         in quickening escape thru the         maw of an Arctic sea.         Expiry. Dry rot. Sunken astrolobe         and an armada of feelings drifting alone.