Triple Dribbles

by Frank William Finney

Rooftop Bar

We’ll trade more barbs
as we always do:

Get drunk and sulk
till the clock strikes two

when we’ll wobble our way
back to our room

as if we were on holiday.

Surfing on Parquet
(Rainy Season, Chiangmai)

My bare-feet surf
across the floor
while sandals soak
behind the door

and all the walls
spout waterfalls
as I surf beneath
the thunderous roar.

Shanty, Chantey, Chanty

Let’s sink all the anchors
and pull down the piers;

Let’s drown the ole pirates
that stole our best years.

Let’s raise a dark glass
to the ship full of spies.

Let ‘em sink to the seabed
like broken glass eyes.

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