It’s cozy in this ship.
“Acrid feeling on the tongue..”Sleepy captain on the boat
seeking treasure to explore,
but for now, he’s down on his knees
lost his glasses on the floor
After finding them
sips a little, feels the breeze,
picks the pipe and fills the barrel
acrid feeling on the tongue,
that’s right, it’s perfect now.
Suns appear and disappear.
changing color of the day,
sippin’ time out from his brain
but he really doesn’t care,
it’s the journey he is after.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Thank you very much for any help!