duminică, 22 mai 2016

the breeze - a poem

- David A. Marin



The ship’s floating
Not breeze, not wind,
Mobile hill of dust and wood
Sweating in a pond of blue
Blue, blue
Floating,
You keep telling yourself
You don’t need no woman
You keep telling yourself
You’re a big man
There’s no breeze, no wind
Heating sun on the mast
Cracking laughing Henry Morgan
Lighting a joint, rolling it with waves
And the crunchy smoke is the sea foam
Roam, roam, roam...
( On the topmast 
When you climb high
Feel like you're on the line
Between the point B and the great A
Wanting so bad to get to A. )

But it sure is nice
When there comes a breeze
A mermaid 
to drop you to your knees
Get you around the seven seas
Yet the breeze, it comes and goes
She comes and goes
She’s nice, but she knows
She’s nice, but she just goes
You stride on alone
In the great foam
This road
We must walk alone
For Acheron, we journey lone
For the heroes meet in Valhalla
Yet they get there alone.

So keep rowing,
Sing a sailor's tune
When you're singing 
you ain't sinking
When you're writing
you're not drowning.
So keep rowing,
No breeze, breeze, no wind, wind
Just the rats and I on my ship
Getting a free trip
Just the pearl white rats under the ebony deck
And my crescent burning neck,
Row as hard as you fucking can
Row as hard as you fucking can
The people on land have theirs
But you have yours
The land people have one type of sand
On your salty feet, there lie a thousand
Row as hard as you fucking can
‘cause
The ship’s great
And you’re great too.
Take in the wind
Howl-howl, seawolf
Don't waste time
We're on these seas for quite just a while
Pull them sails
And row as hard as you fucking can. 

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