I Wasn't Interested In Stars

It was crazy.
I'd tell the doctor
I worked rope,
practiced knots

from a sailing book.
I wasn't interested
in stars, knowin'
where I was

or where I was goin'.
I'd dangle in gusts
of a nor'easter.
A brave sailor'd

climb up and
cut me down.
My sorry ass
slipping free

of the halyard
running a sheave
he'd use to lower
my windless body.

I'd plunge to the deck
like a seabird
diving for fishes.
The crew'd swab

and swab, never
get the stain out.
After hangin' myself
from the mainmast,

they'd bury me at sea.
I'd lurk the blind
depths of eternity.
Nobody'd find me.