THE SHIP OF FOOLS
I’m naked on a ship. I tear into
a piece of fried chicken, rub
the ass of a guy who feverishly
counts money. A priest
and a nun flirt over a pancake.
They could be a danger,
but they don’t see me. Flashes
from childhood appear, lightning
over a night lake. Chimeras
of oblivion gawk as choppy waters—
our cacophony disturbs
not even one owl, my own
darkness like the eye of a duck
rotting on shore.
©2020 Kenneth Pobo All rights reserved.
Kenneth Pobo won the 2019 chapbook contest from the State Poetry Society of Alabama for Your Place Or Mine. It came out this May. He has work forthcoming in: Big A Little Anthology, January Review, and Nixes Mate Review.