pirates

© 1998 Carlton Mellick III
All rights reserved.

They have a sweeping wooden sail ship, that has wheels attached so that it
can sail in the streets. The sails made out of pillow cases and seat covers,
all sewn together like patchwork or insects, filling up with wind as
butterfly nets do to butterflies, catching the moving air. Then they tie up
the wind and put it into the cargo hold, so that the ship will own a reserve
of movement.

Since the oceans were ruined from our misuse and no longer in working order,
the ship has to glide down Main Street instead, between scrapers and Irish
pubs, attacking the oncoming traffic-cars who find themselves in the way.

And once they come by a suitable store, they swing themselves upon its
rooftop, sneak down into the back and loot all its riches away, killing the
employees and raping the customers.

At the day's end, they dock their ship to spend their new money on whores and
rum, maybe buy some sausage burgers to go, getting smash-hammered drunk to
start brawls with the locals, sing pirate songs while pissing, and puke under
cars.

Sometimes they will look for treasure in the back alleyways, but the only
thing that can be found there is a man full of stories, and they aren't
interested in that sort of treasure.

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