Sailing on Leaves

Hong Kong to Missouri, the Owl hooted

Image: Author. A different perspective

It’s for my own sanity, beer and whiskey
But no more the lassies, once a might frisky
I can’t find my shoes, my pants are somewhere
And where is my shirt, and just look at my hair

There’s no fucking ocean, no sand to walk on
And what of my bed, the pillows have gone…