Ghost of light house

I am a nomad 
of thousand unsettled 
dreams.
a leaning
tower of tortoises
approaching to my shore
to lay their
eggs of pain and
prickles.
a seagull
fetched her
paranoiac food
from my bleeding
liver .
let me sleep on the
seabed ,
where the eternal
ancient mariners
adorning a red carpet
with their
ageless crabs and
the scent of dead
girl friends.
now I could see
That ghost of light house
drinking moon light
from the waving
breasts of
white ocean.