You took my soul with you
when you left.
On the corner of thirty-eighth, and
at the bottom of a plastic Rite Aid bag,
they haven't banned those things in this town yet,
you thrust my soul.
We're all just fleshy vessels I guess.
Set drifting on some odious course to a disaster-paradise.
Some crash into each other, board each other's vessels.
Some go undisturbed, uninterrupted.
You took my soul with you
when you left.
You ripped the vessel's captain from the helm.
Now I, captainless, have no idea where I'm heading.
So I'm going to the necropolis tonight
to catch my vessel a new captain.
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