your dead dark sails billow
in the storm you tried to escape;
the one you aimed away from,
only you aimed the wrong way.
the way was rigged before
you chartered your doomed trip —
the patched vessel’s hull…rusted,
even as it moored in its safe slip.
you followed a fool star’s direction,
your fantasy in sky she wrote,
above glass water she beckoned,
twinkling false signs of hope.
onward into vast unknown,
i watched from wandering shore,
waving my warning arms,
all the harbingers you ignore.
the storm you failed to escape
shred your canvas heart,
trailing dark sails, straight
into toxic seas,
you sailed yourself apart.
~ Em C. 6.21.18
*For Anthony Bourdain, and anyone else who’s ever been taken for a ride by a manipulative narcissistic sociopath.