Treasure Island

ally gunther

Yellow boat

Yellow boat,
On the riverbed,
Singled out-
Shoot a flaming arrow,
Hit one,
Sink one,
Flames engulf-
Yet not enough

Still ships don't surrender,
Too caught up in the variety,
And the splendour.
But what colour is that boat now?
Can't tell the flames surround.

Why can't you give yourself a second?
Just enjoy the oil raid,
Enjoy the man-made pleasure,
It's manufactured happiness,
Forget about the scars,
Skin could be marred,
But damn it,
Give it a shot-
You never know,
How it could go.
Maybe you'll set the river on fire-
The ENTIRE river.

Give over to the sin,
Baby hear the roar,
The din.
Let the waves-
Trace your pulse,
Beat, Beat, Beat,
Feel it quicken,
With the tsunami,
Feel the earthquake,
Let it be-
You can't pull the soil together.

Forget the seductive mermaid,
Forget her song,
Forget, Forget, Forget,
Never regret,
Your choice-
Fight the fire,
Or the ice,
But choose one,
Only one.
Yellow boat no more,
Now blackened,

Submitted: Tuesday, March 05, 2013

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