It’s cozy in this ship.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Photo by Ahmed Zayan
“Acrid feeling on the tongue..”
Sleepy captain on the boat
seeking treasure to explore,
but for now, he’s down on his knees
lost his glasses on the floor
you see.
After finding them
he sits,
sips a little, feels the breeze,
picks the pipe and fills the barrel
with tobacco;
acrid feeling on the tongue,
that’s right, it’s perfect now.
Suns appear and disappear.
changing color of the day,
sippin’ time out from his brain
but he really doesn’t care,
it’s the journey he is after.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Vladimir Fischer 