The Sargasso Ogre - Brzowski, Billy Woods, Willie Green

Architectural salvage

Hallways of classy wood painted over uneven

Boxing the compass left me awash under the frozen buckets of Nor’easters

Collected Qliphoth and husks, shells of god, memorial seating

Exercise the rope-pull, enough torque to burn yankee forearms

Severed heads of the 5th Estate to decorate the galley with reminders

Improper action will earn the enlisted man a swift plank or terra-formed gallows

Saint Sebastian counting his arrows

Masking elder powers, I keep rowing

Weeds of the sea, a tool for augury but no revolution around that swollen star

worth controlling

Sold off lands, title, and holdings

For a life on a shelf, a night on the tile

A mouth sans smiles, a wife no eyes, a chant no vowels and a dip with the dying

Dopamine will bring me back- all is fine, catch salt in peripheral

Ahab pursues Leviathan prior to capsize

Row, if you can’t row better

Bail, if you can’t bail learn to

Tread water, tread water

Tread Water, Bread and water

Precious memories safest in Soft Places

Where you can’t quite make out their faces

Somewhere in the ether like un-caught cases

Case-by-case on an ad hoc basis

Basements where bodies remain in stasis

Statements made through lawyers arrangements

Arranging the game with detached disengagement

Prow of the ship, she’s stripped and faceless

Cut my own switch, clenched fists, eyes razors

Live in a Philly Shell, hermit crab

Black cloud, oil spill, burning man

Watch son dip from jungle landing strip

Abandon ship with whatever they can grip

And that indeed is the thanks you get

Bills came due

Bill came thru

Nigga-rigged Time Machine

Whip seem new but you still smell glue