Sways and sways
This boat on waves
My friend asleep beside me
Irritating French chavs lurk on the stairs in pairs
My feet pointing towards a misty and indefinite sea
You scribble with your fancy pen
I stare across the waves
Of faces locked on chairs in singular stasis
The scarlet blush from your lips has faded
As the engines below carry us on
My mind feels like it’s turned to mulch
A tough and tangled twisted soul
My body’s spent
‘Shall we go on deck in a minute?’ says my friend
But worried that my stuff will get nicked
We stay right here
In this slumbering ship
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