the feather boats dragged onto hostile shore <br />their rowers devoured their skins lie like mats on the floor <br />i watch from somewhere shaking with dull painful throes <br />the feather boats scattered like no one will sail them back home <br />but when the sky was still blue <br />and serene <br />the feather boats flew <br />the sea was deep green <br />and I was a boy <br />with beautiful eyes <br />my father was young <br />and my mother all smiles <br /> <br />yet I float like a snowflake and watch remnants sink into sand <br />my flaccid slow head sways this vision is going on end <br />it smells like stale perfume, i breathe in the sweet sticky scent <br />the feather boats vanish, the last little copper coin spent <br />the mouth of the trap opened wide <br />and inviting <br />it was a mysterious ride <br />so exciting <br />every next morning <br />the sky was brand new <br />when did it change <br />oh i never knew <br /> <br />now i’m crushed like a bug the glassy sky lies on the ground <br />the funny bells ring the same pattern round and round <br />the feather boats lost, i think they will never be found <br />in the end of the dream it turned into pus pouring out <br />the sick thrill invades through my breath <br />i’m so tired <br />i don’t want to finish myself <br />in this pyre <br />but i’m a stranger <br />to all I believe <br />when all i despise <br />is the inside of me <br /> <br />set sail <br />and take me away <br />set sail <br />i can’t stand this strain <br />set sail <br />and stop it stop it going on <br />set sail <br />please take me back home<br /><br />Max Kuvaev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-feather-boats/
