Another missive to myself at sea

To a human looking like you there on legs,
but two, and a femur outward
dragging its head along the marrow.
Will say the road to our shared cortex
skinnies on down as we express
gasps, winces, smiles, stress.
You are only a bone among countless
haunting haunts who, too young,
unaware of their stomach to grow
figure on numbers nothing more may come.
See the tipsy galleon submerge, its tonsils
atop it flailing as if it unlike some
young men had never felt or burned up good
starting at the throat
like the first pages of the body, like the hook
or like most remember only ghosts.

~ by Jeremy on December 19, 2010.

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