Life’s Limits

FUZZY dreams lingering at dawn, head seems filled by
PLIER of counterfeit visions; vapors yet have such pull.
AWAKE, I face narrow choices, each made without
RESET or redo. Fluid dreams give way to life’s limits.

Slow Boat Chase

ELUDE I the Doge’s men again, as my
ELFIN graced gondoliere bests pursuit? Or:
WRECK of my fortunes, capture, swift judgment,
CANAL then crossed sighing on bridge of sighs.

Captain Jack Minnow

PLANK I walk narrowly now for failed
SALSA heist upon seas of Spanish Main.
FRANK marineros give me odds of death, yet of a sternness I am
FORGEd. Captain Jack Minnow swims to the Isle of Tortuga, hands tied behind back.