Shipworms & Gribbles

Still within this gray gravity
of late summer pouting
a shot of green looms exquisitely
I can see the prow of a boat
slicing through the Buttermilk Channel
from the balcony a giggle
rattles your throat someone
has used peanut butter as bait
in a movie about starring in life
looming over a cascade of doubts
you are purposeful and gleeful
as a meadowlark winging lemons
you drop to the floor roll out the door
and exit in a fashionable way
an exit that says more is to come
if you'll only lift your dire fantasies
into the air and hustle them off
to the nearest chamber with
oxygen candles and blood stirrups
as befits a gang of personality.