Log Book

Sat on deck another long day, I smelled of chippy fat
and the sweat of honest labour
 
The stove in the galley was oil fired but I wanted to
read a few poems before I had a shower.
 
The light wasn’t any good so I read a western book,
as I always had wanted to be a sheriff in Texas.
 
The book was good, I knew the words before I read
them, fell asleep when I awoke, it was midnight.
 
I knocked on my cabin door, gave roaches a change
escape; impossible long days and blithe was the sea.
 
In the morning, I was still reeking of chippy fat and it
was too late to have a shower.