is this not a lament, captain?

heartbreak is one hell

of a muse

and the bard wonders 

if the captain

if his captain

is aware of this


that the bard could have

a muse before the captain

is nothing to scoff at


because, really, what kind

of poet would he be

if heartbreak weren’t his

first love?


and there really is a certain

poetry in taking the thing that

plagues you into shaking hands

and forcing it into a shape

that suits you better


maybe the shape of that

heartbreak is you, captain


maybe the shape of that 


is you