Last night the pirates came
with barrels of contraband.
Bearded and wild
their plastic skin cask husk landing crafts
slipped in
under
our sleepnets
Last night the pirates came
and they laughed
cigarettes glowed bright
on the beach
near our beds
Last night the pirates came
and I'm scared, with joy
how their hurricane lamps swayed
in the shadows
while they tethered strange silhouettes
to the shingley shore
Last night the pirates came
in their coracles
old socks sewn to beancan backbone
smoking opium pipes by the rocks
weaving legends
that surrounded my dreaming body
like curls of sleepy smoke
and they were laughing
Last night the pirates came
with fine tobaccos
hashish, dates and port
silver kettles
potbellied kitchens
terracotta roses
hemp ropes
snd solar cells
Last night the pirates came
and sang to the sea
with a driftwood guitar
and a teachest jimbe
sea shell rainstorms
sparkling in diesel cans
and the haunt of the morning conch calling Neptune
Last night the pirates came
and stole me away.