Boat Shed in a Despondent Balloon

Despondent sits in smoke and pheromone
triggers a social response
in the morning rowers
from his boat shed
skimming stones
his barren isthmus joins a yesterday
and counts his broken bones
on two hands and two feet

A redundant love of ignorant signal
sent in ballons
of burnt times and benefactors sorrow
those livers in salt
see our positives as negatives
and what he once craved is gnawing
at the heat of flame roars at his back
from his vastly ashen jetty. 

I just want to live it all over again. 

PoetryQuinton Farrow