Semaphore

Original song. Taped Winter 2024. Image: Dutch Boats in a Gale, J.M.W. Turner, 1801 https://www.wikiart.org/en/william-turner/dutch-boats-in-a-gale Last in a long line of ordinary men My medicine comes in a jar All the shit I wrote down waterlogged again Jettisoned wherever we are Cursed among the waves By how the wind behaves Clear to the horizon a featureless array Maps are no good to me now More or less is more, impossible to say Words are just sand in my mouth We could run aground And never make a sound I gave you all we had left of the rations Three days ago Too many ways to get lost underwater You’re too much alone Too much alone