Was your Pilot ever named captain Rave?

Question

Captain Rave

The ship’s broken rubber rudder

destines him to the satellite lands of

clickety-clack, spin, wobble, spin

Murmurings olden tongues

bolden mariners navigate newest worlds

Captain Rave

Black, moldable garbage bags

shield deadly heat rays of summer

Captain Rave

Landlubbers give wide berth

deferentially, under his charismatic,

aromatic visage

Captain Rave

Carrier of treasured acquisitions for trade:

Pizza box covered with ripped pictures

of hungry people staring without

Never empty urine colored

olive oil bottles

Assorted left shoes &

right wing magazines

Eating what others leave behind

cruising from nightly port to port

Captain Rave, he’s the Captain of his cart

Surreptitiously engaged in infinite searches

in bagged goods for a match to your

distant pupating needs

Thinking the better

surveying the roiling Seventh Avenue Seas

he retires to a subterranean estate

Spread cardboard bed

complete with newspaper sheets

He lays to slumber

Oversleep? … not to worry

the rats are alarming

Unseen water all around but none see worthy

Brew an old recipe from the golden recipe

Amass, compress & ferment

Captain Rank

Smells of what he muss

Reach into the mystic cart

a little punched fruit helps

all the filth go down

Clip, snip, rip coupons

looking for discounts on morality

Plays solitaire repetitiously

Seeking an opponent

In a flurry, furry fury

The new Jester’s balls are airborne

Screaming quietly he feverously

scrawls a note to apologize

to all for tomorrow’s chaos

Captain Rave

In darkest mind

Rave wrests the daggered hand

of pseudo freedoms

Keeper of old troubles

He’s a rancid, rancor, rakish, rapacious

and rambling tumbleweed

Peering out of a stylish powder blue bag

a time hardened pink flamingo

invites the Good Captain

to fly south

Declining the gracious offer

Rave, explained in flamingish

I, I’s, me, we and us

so long ago took flight

us-es were the only to arrive

His cart tied up at the stair dock

challenges every bright-eyed

steel box that approaches.

The Captain,

pleased at his power

views the boxes aggressive rush in

but always slink away.

He is the ruler of the under & above.

Captain Rave.

bold

Answer 1

Poor homeless man, pushing broken shopping cart with all his earthly goods, slightly touched in the head, Captain Rave.

Only your creative mind could have told his story this way.

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Answer 2

I thought this was going to be about Ecstasy.

Good work.

Answer 3

I see him on the street in the daytime, So proud in spite of his place.

not the ordinary beggar.. I was a little confused when captain Rank slipped in for a bit there though..

I Like the very boldness of this and the descriptive smells and senses it describes.. Well Done.

Answer 4

I thought you were talking about Captain Ron.

Oh dear.

Answer 5

wtf

Answer 6

You've done it again

Wrote another masterpiece

All the brilliant words

While I was simply dreaming

Of playing with the neighbor’s cat

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I’m lost but it’s ok. I like it :)