The Feather Boats

The feather boats dragged onto hostile shore,

Their rowers devoured, their skins lie like mats on the floor,

I watch from somewhere shaking with red painful throes,

The feather boats scattered like no one will sail them back home,

But when the sky was still blue,

And serene,

The feather boats flew,

The sea was deep green,

And I was a boy

With beautiful eyes,

My father was young,

And my mother all smiles

 

Yet I float like a snowflake, and watch remnants sink into sand,

My flaccid slow head sways, this vision is going on end,

It smells like stale perfume I breathe in, the sweet sticky scent,

The feather boats vanish, the last little copper coin spent,

The mouth of the trap opened wide,

And inviting,

It was a mysterious ride,

So exciting,

Every next morning

The sky was brand new,

When did it change?

Oh I never knew

 

Now I’m crushed like a bug, the glassy sky lies on the ground,

The funny bells ring the same pattern round and round,

The feather boats lost, I think they would never be found,

In the end of the dream it turned into pus pouring out,

The sick thrill invades through my breath,

I’m so tired,

I don’t want to finish myself

In this pyre,

But I’m a stranger

To all I believe,

When all I despise

Is the inside of me

 

Set sail,

And take me away,

Set sail,

I can’t stand this strain,

Set sail,

And stop it stop it going on,

Set sail,

Please take me back home