ghost ship

dark thoughts on a saturday
thinking of our father
chop wood, paint fence,
dig a pool for water
a gaggle of ducks
fly east across my window
good luck in attending
to seagoing vessels
i called a psychic, late this morning
i was brooding on fears
about my appearance
why do people hate me
he told me its the money,
you have a financial future
and thats all he could promise.