New skipper

I thought I made you laugh,
I thought I made you cry;
I thought I made you sad,
I thought I made you sigh;
I thought I was the apple
Of your dreamy eye;
I thought I was the trellis
On which grafted your vine.
I thought I was the mast
Which hoisted your sail high.

About you,
I thought day and night.
I thought we'd set sail
And voyage up the Nile,
To Micronesia or Male.
I thought we'd grow old
Together in our amnesia,
To fall in love again
In repetitive dementia,
Or in portage over ale.
Then you played my
emotions,
Toyed with my pride;
Committed mutiny upon
my bounty,
Filleting my insides.

Void of all devotion,
You left me on an isle,
Stranded behind.
Your eyes were evasive,
Callous, like a ship moving by
The migrant adrift in the tide,
Drowning in her wake,
Desperate in its cries.
Arms crossed, cold in their lies,
Awash in a new captain's eyes;
Your hips had been swabbed,
Bedecked by a new plank.
You couldn't leave my
Schooner any sooner.

For the splash of bile welling up
in my throat, there was Dramamine;
Still, I vomit on the "why" though
For you, I hope there's no lifeboat
No life vest when your hull
Runs aground, lurches,
And chokes, drowned underwater,
Your bones not even worth
The coral growth, sharks unable
To scavenge your disease.

But look at you,
you're full speed ahead,
another mate to a skipper,
Under his mast, on the high seas.
Unfurled panties, whipping in the breeze.