Passenger

In these cold mornings
Where hard drink is a promise
Leading the barracks and chariot
Everything feels like it should be halted
For lack of a better decision
Where all things frozen to their ballast
Passenger and sailor --
All looking to nap at two
Wake at six and try staying upright again
Waiting out the stiff conclusion
To be dislodged
From the throat of port
Even to push away
With help from oar and beacon
Would be better than awaiting
What will surely be
A painful holiday
The longer it stays frozen
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1.24.11