I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted day
Dripping of briny spray - I would float.
I'd also likely gloat,
Brag and mutter; of the absence of worldly clutter
Without disdain I'd utter - an ode soaked note;
To the magnificence would wrought this boat.
How I've longed to drift
To fuse with motion - to sway upon that curved, wavey potion
Pondering the notion - of this swelled gift.
The answer cometh swift;
Took me from the predators, stingers and creditors
The lies of the editors - and fractions they rift,
Dissolving into moana - they'd sift.
All alone with the deep;
Of corals a glow under hatchlings of roe,
Steadfast in flow; plankton they'd reap,
Whilst I'd ponder - my last leap.
For one could do worse than a liquid hearse
With no curse - dare stalk that steep,
And no soul for me - would weep.
Sunken then - I'd take this boat
For we'd be capsized, that vainly I'd be baptized
Blended and disguised; in that ever wide moat.
Perhaps I seem the dote,
Drastic and careless that I be airless
Surely tearless and near full bloat,
Perhaps 'tis best; I have no boat.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted day
Dripping of briny spray - I would float.
I'd also likely gloat,
Brag and mutter; of the absence of worldly clutter
Without disdain I'd utter - an ode soaked note;
To the magnificence would wrought this boat.
How I've longed to drift
To fuse with motion - to sway upon that curved, wavey potion
Pondering the notion - of this swelled gift.
The answer cometh swift;
Took me from the predators, stingers and creditors
The lies of the editors - and fractions they rift,
Dissolving into moana - they'd sift.
All alone with the deep;
Of corals a glow under hatchlings of roe,
Steadfast in flow; plankton they'd reap,
Whilst I'd ponder - my last leap.
For one could do worse than a liquid hearse
With no curse - dare stalk that steep,
And no soul for me - would weep.
Sunken then - I'd take this boat
For we'd be capsized, that vainly I'd be baptized
Blended and disguised; in that ever wide moat.
Perhaps I seem the dote,
Drastic and careless that I be airless
Surely tearless and near full bloat,
Perhaps 'tis best; I have no boat.