Mine

She sits at the bar
Onboard ship floating
Like a marine mine her
Spikes outfacing waiting
For someone to set her off,
She is a sea mine on this
Cruise to find a pretext
To pay back the hurt
She feels waiting
For opportunity
To sit and talk.
They say it
Is Trivia
That is
The blood
Sport of cruising
But it is really complaining
That tops the bloody list of manias
Cruise passengers trot out like
Old wounds to run their own
Numbers and some like
The woman at the bar
Are sea mines ready
To find a chance
To explode in
Complaint
Over the
Mine
They lost
Or never found,
Drink by drink they
Float and wait for
Validation in a
Romance or
A betrayal
Of some
One’s
Trust.