Number two of George Carlin’s ‘Seven Dirty Words'
A reworking of one of my own poems - ‘A Boat Made of Bottles’ from ‘The Vodka Diaries’...
Build me a boat made of bottles ‒ elope
by latitudes ever illusory,
by winds and by waves all imaginary ‒
a craft of confusion, vodka and dope.
Riding the currents with just enough rope,
murmur a mystery meant only for me ‒
two lovers adrift on a wine-red sea
with a cargo of tears, kisses and hope.
I dream you build a harbour, that I may
be able to return again one day.
But all my fantasies extinguish trust
as good intentions crumble into dust.
For lives are built together, not alone ‒
good luck, and may your journey bring you home.
RJT
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