• Anchor side banishment,
    a wanderer’s heart
    grounded in the earth beneath settled sand
    the salted air and damp ocean whispers.

    furled hair combed by rays of wind
    strand by strand slipping away like
    the entanglements of time.

    Her maidenhood, his boyhood
    frayed, faded, slaved and sold:

    the tender dreams of tender hands
    long ago sold for bread and lye.
    Bread to pretend contentment,
    Lye to melt the fleshed filth and disgust
    leaving sinew and bones bare and
    lying denial and stained despair.
    crushed into fine stones their souls
    priced cheap and lonely in the local market.
    The dead dreams of dead hands.

    Anchor side banishment.

    A wonderer’s dream
    like salty, sad ocean sands

    waiting for currents to take them away
    but instead they grind them smaller
    and make them stay.

    tilled and toiled
    of bread and lye
    for our dear tender travelers
    and their
    Anchor side banishment.