Vagabonds and Sundries poetic remanants of lives past
L.M. Browning Homebound publications
Independent Publisher of Contemplative Titles
Down Along the River Styx Wrapped in your straightjacket of self-involvement We plow ahead into the dark horizon Conjured by your ill-yearnings. You built this faulty ship With its warped compass and missing keel, With its brittle bones and gutted sails. You set the course to that forsaken place And hold to it each day no matter my pleas And the omens warning you away. Why must I make the journey unto ruin with you? You do not value my companionship. You simply want company in your misery. You do not care how many years I lose, Never taking into account what I might have wanted. The only need you have of me is as a nursemaid When at last this boat runs aground And the vulturous society you keep comes to eat you alive. ...And you curse me for jumping ship.