89
You think that couldn't be?
They wouldn't drop you in the sea?
You think I'm telling a lie?
Go ask Billy Bligh
I know he won't deny
When they set you adrift
They don't care how you shift
They're thinking that soon you'll die.
And look you in the eye.
You're gonna feed the rats of the sky.
Is there a story? Yes, this wintry voyage of poetry continues south toward the pole and the maelstrom. It’s a ship of fools, heading toward empirical enlightenment? sailing between the Charybdis of atheism, and the Scylla of fundamentalism? Reading these poems will increase your sperm[aceti] volume by up to 50%. Ovid, Milton, Pound -- these are my poetic heroes.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
88.
You wanted nothing so much as you wanted to sail
So why'd you fail?
Now they'll set you adrift
Marooned in a spoon.
Now the storms won't lift.
You think you feel an island
But it's not an island
That's just the devil's tail.
You wanted nothing so much as you wanted to sail
So why'd you fail?
Now they'll set you adrift
Marooned in a spoon.
Now the storms won't lift.
You think you feel an island
But it's not an island
That's just the devil's tail.
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