shell rocked

inside the shell

 all is not well

the ceiling is a sealing

 and the

grooves are not groovy

the wash it came

and shunted this lousy frame

outward to the inward

if I had a portal

if I felt mortal

if I felt shunned

I would have my steps taken

away from any such shore

for 

sailing ships

have no radar

merchants no trader;

cast-aways

a fact

of life

a trouble or fortune?

Author's Note

enjoy

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

It's been a while since I read your work, J-man. I like the tempo of these lines, and the wordplay always leaves me smiling.