A few days ago

A few days ago
I attracted the attention of an abandoned boat
to her midriff in water she was sinking
the river drunkenly
lapped every second against her hull
The clothes on her mast were pale faded
O
Her sails like hair tied behind and
One of her portholes was creaking
As if she was awaiting a statement.

And I in the distance of a few chairs and years ago
with the train traversing a bridge
in the anguished song of the smiling posters
consoled the moments.

The boat had its mooring around the neck of a rusting bollard.
Its been years since the anchor-the boat’s only travelling shoe-
seemed to have the ankle of a foot

I drank my pint in terror
The last train was at eleven
And my return ticket home was my parable.