paper boat in tallow

i drift alone
in a paper boat
on swollen gutters
as shadows flick
lit matches at
my ship as it sails
on towards night

dipped in tallow
so the origami
vessel doesn’t take
on the fetid waves
cursed by poseidon
to sail the sewers
in search of home

the city lights
amid a hail of flames
confuses my inner
albeit broken compass
no north star left
to guide this wayward
fool to the shore

a trail of bottles
carrying odes of love
bobbing on the waves
in the wake of a
paper boat carefully
folded from dreamsketches
slowly sinking lower

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