Horatio
in all my dreamt up philosophies
I was a seafarer, Horatio.
sailing between heaven and earth
the gold on my jacket,
the romance in my heart,
but you tore away my fantasies;
here was no escape to history,
here was no chance to refuse reality,
sweet cold rationality gripped me,
ghost-faced, and never let go.
Of Note: I wrote this quite a while ago. In fact, I don't remember writing this at all, but I found it cleaning out my car, written down on the back of a receipt.
