in the boat
we were decent people
on a party
this cruise leaving
for the Caribbean
at night
the grand party
begins
you drink cognac
it is a need
you always want
to belong
but there is none
that you can
find
in the middle of
this ocean
you are always an
island
you see a continent
behind you
it does not always
see you
you drink some more
you wish
death upon a tequila
on tomorrow's
sunset
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