I'm homesick for warm sunshine
here come the spins
and the feeling of a face going pale
tired of staying in
I'm seasick for warm sunshine
don't rock the boat
there is a chance that I'll go overboard
cold without a coat
I'm homesick for warm sunshine
Seen the sea,
swore the snow to flee
and saw what it has done to me
I find peace in storms,
The waves tell me otherwise,
Violent coils grazing me with the
last bit of sanity that's left,
But maybe I can survive without getting seasick,
While the sun comes out,
A clamorous sound wakes me from the dream,
Of hitting my place,
You can't touch me here,
You can't phase me here,
So I am not afraid of storms,
For, I am learning to sail my ship.
You stood awkwardly in my doorway to say Hello,
hiding in shadows
and my mouth formed shapes made from the stunted conversation
while my fingers fumbled with the light switch.
I've loved you since we were children
and now a rift the size of oceans separates us,
filled with small talk and broken ships,
and it makes me seasick.
Huddled flocks pecking around
seasick seasick seasick
Stor-it-all ransacked for tax reforms
jupiter pinetrees form less pyramids a month plus shipping
Monoatomic white gold texas teatree oil of bullfight storefronts
coronas eject breast milk of magnessium sulphate under the table
dealers lower deck slips tips into his cup o soup for 99 cents
landsick landsick rot cod rot cod
dot dash doctor ankh eyes windup toys half price
sentences complete fusion conagra foods lose stock market value
Judgement night of the living end time shared ethical treatments
and other plastic surgeries
hydra lost all the fifties movie stars heads and robots grew back so quickly to take their places everyone pay it forward
ships mast ripping into the ocean spray on tans
compass spun bankrupt Say Jack E onasis
chaste chasis mer ka bah light bringer fire eater
danse macabre four pillars swatch at Sacs on fifth avenue
avec mon couer le chat screams cheshire teeth porcupine all over my new
dress shirt, that stain is not going to come out
and playground beef factory farmed like high school mindgames
seasick seasick see it see
She really was real in reality where I was too real in your past
It past us by with no pillowfights , mutual loss of trustfunds
we never had
, purposefully failed attempts to make little beastly humans grow in her stomach and burst out like aliens happen in her car on long trips.
lost art of making art artfully with out chiclet teeth blank eyes and jumping breaking stuffand hitchhiker guy twisting wills
by throwing green boxes into the dark on bike trails
or inviting things to watch booze fountains ,
endlessly cutting out pictures
, orange ice cream menthol cigarettes and choco pyramids ,
fake friends find you when you run away from yourself
so don't play hide and go seek or you might be gone forever until the devil finds you and takes you to jailbird
jacobs ladder rung 9 times and I answered my phone
It was the silence of God on the line.
The cosmic vibration of pure being.
I didn't listen for long enough and ran out of minutes.
It was peppermint,
snowflake blonde hair spilling into gold
the foxlike amber of my skin
against her phosphorescent white.
She made me seasick with her bird-blue eyes
and stuck like cotton candy to my fingers.
Her name was Phoenix,
and she scared me with her firecracker will.
It made my lungs into waterfalls
my thoughts and fingers, butterflies.
My carbon-copy hair carnelian red
a solar flare, an Icarus, an imitation star.
We were virgins,
and volcanoes. Sharing milkbox wishes
on rooftops and climbing trees like horses
instead of tiger-mouthed boys.
We swallowed the citrus-colored summer
like gingerbread and lemonade.
long winded speeches,
Whisky reeks volumes on volumes of volumes,
unfathomable mysteries on infallible fumes.
Helga looks hideously sexy tonight,
the ghoul in the corner looks up for a fight.
The toilet's transforming into a white telephone,
just one last drink until the drinking is done.
Redshot eyes light another cigarette,
Shooter all round,
and a beer what the heck!
The dance floor is moving like a seasick ship,
We all feel like rock stars defining whats hip.
"There 's daggers in men's smiles." ~ Macbeth Act II, Sc. III
"The daggers in men's smiles
hath not half the keenness
of the daggers in women's eyes."
"What 's done is done.: ~ Macbeth , Act III, Scene II
"What 's done is done.
Now redress the error, and this day be won."
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair." ~ Macbeth , Act I, Scene I
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
The morals of war are not a weak man's affair."
"I bear a charmed life." ~ Macbeth, Act V, Sc. VIII
"I bear a charmed life.
I would be less than grateful to bear it strife.."
"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." ~ Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I
"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Take fair hair of rat, black lock of Jew;
Augur the future in thy whorling brew."
The game is simple. You're presented with a Shakespearean quote and must create from imagination a second line. I created this game to hone my wits which, any sharper, would cut the grindstone in two.
Seriously, it's a good writing exercise. I am creeping closer to the age where I'm expected to teach poetry rather than compose. Fat chance.
youre okay with it.
push off, men;
the grog swigs sweet.
sloshing from can
you should have stayed on shore
not left it.
she saw your slurring
through white-tailed eyes.
her top popped off
with the crack and rush
you gulped it down.
our only resistance
residue from cans
coming in drops
leaving in puddles
soaking your socks
you should have peeled off the wet
not stand in it.
she saw your recanting
through chopped-onion eyes.
her thoughts popped off
with the snap and blush
you wish you didnt know
you swallowed a howl.
her only insistence
how could you
you should have stopped her.
youre only okay with it.
fuck off, man;
the sounds sting, screech.
coughing up mistakes
you should have eaten lunch
not imbibed it.
What can I say my friend,
you were born,
two years overdue,
under a seasick moon,
the clouds were full of spite,
the stars were ablaze,
the sky still evolving,
as were you,
such an unhappy slob
It must be terrible,yes!
but you like it,yes!
you embrace it,yes!
carry it with you,
like an unborn demon
attached to your soul,yes!
a lifetime of pain follows you,
as old man death,
patiently waits your demise,
I pity you,
but what can I do,
If it wasn’t for,
ten to twenty five,
maybe I could release you,
of your misery?