I'm thinking about that boy
Lost at Sea
His eyes glazed over like a dead fish
Death is a form of knowledge
She was a storm
He never knew he was in her eye(s)
But Tempest is, as Tempest does
He was lured by Siren song
Coral reefs,
Hands, with nails too long
I swear bees lived in them
Jellyfish like flowers
Pollen from their electrical Zaps!
And they burrowed deep
Messages in a bottle were collected
by the Hermit crab, not some mermaid
His library ancient like the ones in the desert
Or the CIA
ii.
I'm thinking about that boy
Lost at Sea
He was swallowed by a Plastic Whale
(He did try to escape Media & Capitalism &...)
A(t)las he was in the wrong Hemisphere
More like Pinocchio
Just really good at telling lies
Nets from old volleyball games
from the Future
dance like river sprites
far from home
Volcanoes are failing
At making new land
Wolves become whales
Pyramids sink and are like cheap motels of Atlantis
We're all just gambling on one Apocalypse or another
iii.
I'm thinking...bubble..bubble
He's drowning
Or maybe he forgot how to breathe
Suddenly hooks catch his ankles
Harpoons & Atomic bombs melt
the plastic right of the bones of the whale
Like a WWII fighter jet and target practice
Blood limps in currents
Jaws plays in his peripheral of his hippocampus
The Great White passes him by
Because he's not seen as important, we're not talking about ego here
He takes off the anchors from his shoe laces,
He was just trying to stay grounded
But now he was just a Bad Pun
with his Lungs the punchline
His airhead carries him to the surface
He's just a boy
He can breathe
This lost boy at Sea
He makes a raft from his memories
And ties them together with ropes of trauma
The kind of things you don't forget
Like your name,
your parents
that time you were a piece of wood split in two and later when the splinters finally settle you're thrown into the fire
The kinds of things you don't forget
He floats towards mirages
Typical, it's not paradise
Ships and planes
A Sunkyard
As if we built a factory in the sea
And it got sick
Coughing up decades of gears and
pieces of a time machine
Oil and blood being same thing
Of course
And Seagulls melting into toxins
Like the new, like mini dinosaurs
A cycle of Fossil Food
iv.
Amelia,
The reason this boy was lost
at sea
Looking for a woman real mythology
But it should've been Lockhart
Because unrequited is easy to come by
The compass was made from his blind love
It was obvious, this misdirection
A Bermuda Triangle kind of affection
So...he explores the ruins
Of Japan
Tsunami and temples
Cute girls and dimples
Fish food only made the news for so long
Sometimes when you put a seashell to your ear
you can hear Shōnagon
or the screams of little girls in Sailor uniforms
Their own uniforms like an arranged marriage
Tectonic plates roll the Earth
into Sushi
Last week California
took a swim
She was feeling a little Hot
v.
I'm thinking about that boy
Lost at Sea
And he's trying to walk on the waves
Like a Savior
He can't even save himself from his own ego
It's like the Mariana trench
If she didn't have all that depth
She was just Another girl. His lust was vast, that compass might as well
have been in his pants
Soon he can't tell
The sky from Sea
Or himself and Humanity
He looks down and can't see his toes
then his knees
He's been lost at sea too long...
Fog like *******
Sea ****
He's been lost at sea too long..
So he becomes a Seahorse
Tries to be a Father
without any Sand dollars or a Safe Harbor
My mother was beautiful,
She was an Iceberg
You hurt her with all your global warming
She moves on Slowly
Settles for a Lighthouse
Who only looks at her so often
The Moon reincarnates me
Because I am the tide.
Rising, falling
Constant
Just the Historian.
