The decks were so thirsty they held on to the hoses,
And the horizon moved in on us with the moon.
Sailing in zero visibility, no wind and flat seas.
See you later Croatie, here comes Brindisi.
To Malta and Rome,
Got’s to go,
Pierce Gibraltar Strait on throw to the other side.
Momma’s gonna cry, her baby’s gone done a bye-bye.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
