There is a device in my head
like a battered levee
that provides my sole defense
in sanctity of mind
Inside its walls, ideas and principles
stretch out like rows of town homes
safe and secure,
yet painted with doubt
Outside these walls
the waves of an endless sea
relentlessly lap and surge,
lulling me to sleep
Empty wine bottles
and ill-conceived curiosities
function like embittered youth
taking pot-shots at helicopters
Days trudge quickly by
without nuance or intention
Respite finds me mocking doom and
watching gulls glide fearlessly toward eternity