top of the world

my father stared into the stormy sea
unable to pull his head upright again
the poison worked too well
his father flown home in a box
his mother darker deeper drunker
all of his kingdom roiling below him
he chose cutty sark as his captain
pushed the nose of the ship into the storm
and hoped for the best

12-13-24

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