Book Travels Poem by Doug Blair

To read again

And nothing stirs

But Spot down

At my feet.

It's late and still

This racking cough.

The lights now

Spot our street.

But I am gone

No patient I

But crew-man

Out to sea

With Silver slick

And 'Jim-me-boy'

And paradise for free.

And jungle trails

And buried loot

As blood boils

Maddeningly.

Now 'look alive'

And 'trim the sheets'

And 'tow your line

Old chaps'.

A bed my sloop

A night sky thrills

A dog first-mate perhaps.