The sailor lives in the cabin of his blind weary ship,
He communes with the waves,speaks with the quivering rattle in his head and the quiscent breeze in his face
His humor is warped,the gulls are his comedians.
He relishes the company of his ancient silver clock that chimes with gentle accuracy
Quite circumspect with time yet strangely lackadaisical with his own life!
He is married, Yes!! to the beautiful tattoo on his right arm and his prodigy are the herring,the Salmon and the ever-lit cigar between his lips.
Bart enjoys the music that resonates from the wary jungle yonder,The songs of savages,lyrics of cannibals and the chorus of monstrous beastly tunes.
He wears a fading azure shirt,fastened only on the last button,and a pair of brown khakis given to him at age 10.
The sailor is plagued with uncertainty yet begs the Lord for a new ship.
Cries for sanity yet begs for freedom
Asks for redemption yet pleads for hatred.
And so is the life of Bart,The sailor.....