Log Book

From a ship’s logbook 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, give 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.