80 proof poured down his throat.
A captain on the bottle…
Demon water in his body
Steps turned to stumbles.
Three in the morning
The ship docked,
Too limp to straighten his knees.
His mate’s piggy backed him up the plank
Golden chunks saturated his white polo.
His glassy sea foam eyes stared into the horizon
The door opened, his mothers’ head dropped.
Taken back by his condition, she awakened her Neptune
Storm clouds brewed into existence with every curse
The crashing waves reflecting his rage
Disappointment filled the air;
He fell overboard.
His incomprehensive words poured out like the vomit that followed.
He choked and coughed in search for air,
Panicked, forced to hold his dead weight.
Strapped to a gurney, he boarded his new ship,
Brother and sister kept watch from the topmast.
The lights gyrated as it sailed away.
They tried comforting his young stomach
As he laid on the berth,
Neptune, firmly planted by his side.
Long tubing shoved carefully down his dripping nose;
Saline trickled into his poisoned stomach.
Final salutes to his Golden Captain.