Sailing On

In the ether movements of the slipstream
my desire rises…lifts…groans great.

WHY??? Why cannot I have those like me, and me like they?

The wind carries laughter,
faint and exotic music…
happy screams and squeals
guitar riffs roiling up
and howling down
roller-coaster blues
rhythm and blues

Music of the gut,
sound of the loins
Sirens sounding,
and I, unlike Ulysses
cast off chains of my limbs…
so I can move…dance…
smile and lilt
and drink

For my chains are inside,
and my mast is unseen
I will listen…
I will look…
I will dance
And sail on


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