Set Sail

Rhythm's a little choppy. Originally just the first and last stanzas, I added the middle two on a whim.

Full of disdain for the mundane

character in the mirror,

I set out in self-pursuit.

Along the way, I'd say

it's safe to be said

I tripped over the dharma,

face first into the earth,

and split open my head.

I got picked up by an oceanic hitchhiker

after death left me for dead.

 

I'm a zombie pirate,

baptized in booze,

reborn free

by giving up all I had to lose.

I sail on REM winds

in a ship of insomnia

 

I pillage my own cells

using the treasure chest of mitochandria

to dig heaven out of hell,

in pursuit of self

I sail under the Jolly Rancher,

rolling off the tongue

melting into fun

I learned with a brain surgeon's

cutlass

to live like a ghost.

 

Brain open like a sail to the wind,

The thotts come and go as they please.

I'm not so much a human organism

as I am a vacant lot for lease,

a pirate on a dream-ship

sailling a sea of mental disease.