Penny Dreadful

Is the name of the new manuscript, I'm working on. It totals 55 poems. Here is a sneak preview:

Fair Wind to Java

he said no more about it
Goodsby commissioned a carver
the likeness, pictures of the subject
a liberal cash advance, his wealth in demijohns
when his stout back gave in the breeze
background of fluid scrolls
the carver’s former passion or the awful
stock shave there slapped a traditional figurehead
on him, a voyage? a matter of form you’ll
excuse for exonerating purposes those in the
fold causing the old boy the various scales
coordination of mental skills asked for tools
and material to reconcile a worthless basin
the grasping Dutch is boon nature belch and
prime both memory and tongue a slow history
said aloud starboard quarter at last
drawn out it is for the best for you to have always been
like that, dying of scurvy to no effect of these without
a chaperon duck at the bazaars the deck in
twilight spoke with zest every mortal some
beguiling drug want to miss, or sanction, isn’t it?
gone to Dutch with that with your wording
all the cards forehead bowed who is Pluto
Blesar? ten fingers touched I suspected
hands down talk does not lessen