Nightmare

A haunted boat hits a shore.
Faceless ghosts of tomorrows past
and the lame dog
that whined every night
The watchman
who walked in smoke
and smelt of rum.
The beggar wrote poems
and carried a bloody heart in his bowl.

Under the night's cover they came
one by one
and rolled on sand.
They carried the shore
on their skin
and back they went
to the black boat of rotten wood
to vanish under the cloak

of a dark wave

that froze in her eyes