Turns out I had been it’s lighthouse,
Not the rocks I thought I’d guided
It away from. No. My safe harbor
Mocked bell bottoms and Dixie cups
I thought I’d been leading out front.
Turns out I’d been behind all along
Dancing a little drunk on gin’n tonics
Acting the sophisticat. But a buffoon
Kept stumbling mid spin, a disorient,
Like a mendicant collecting his alms
To go back home hiding his qualms
Beneath a proposal of best intent.
Found out, what could be done, but
Dive below the sand to find treasure
I’d been staring at like pelicans hook
Seafull mouths of fish in comic book-
s. I dangle my S outside the stanza
Thinking clever thoughts might save
Trouble from landing this pier again.
Let’s harbor safety here in isolation.