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Island of Man
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the fishing ships are all adrift
sending lips to whip up news
of you. that's all they do.
and meanwhile
on my isle
my blood is drying
my eyes are dying
and i wonder
when i'll ever see
some sign of rain.
the ships have left.
on the great fleet Pensées
the world's greatest pitchers are aboard
tossing green glass bottles
out into the blue
searching for you
like mermaid milk cartons
written in a wavy tongue:
Have you seen this girl?
and i and my stomach
an island adrift
along a mad red-blanket sea.
and verse-birds fly overhead
in distant flocks of Courier New.
never giving rest.
and should i sink like Atlantis,
deep into the sea and sleep
until the gods be pleased
with the state of you and me?
or drift a while longer
under the clouds
with the font-flocked seagulls
laughing on the beach
and do i dare to watch them
as they boldly eat the peach
that has fallen from the tree?
i know they know no better,
but they will not let me be.
here i waste and here i wait
until some lucky, happy date
when you shall wash ashore
to sing to me the things
that men of sea and wax
have never heard before.
sending lips to whip up news
of you. that's all they do.
and meanwhile
on my isle
my blood is drying
my eyes are dying
and i wonder
when i'll ever see
some sign of rain.
the ships have left.
on the great fleet Pensées
the world's greatest pitchers are aboard
tossing green glass bottles
out into the blue
searching for you
like mermaid milk cartons
written in a wavy tongue:
Have you seen this girl?
and i and my stomach
an island adrift
along a mad red-blanket sea.
and verse-birds fly overhead
in distant flocks of Courier New.
never giving rest.
and should i sink like Atlantis,
deep into the sea and sleep
until the gods be pleased
with the state of you and me?
or drift a while longer
under the clouds
with the font-flocked seagulls
laughing on the beach
and do i dare to watch them
as they boldly eat the peach
that has fallen from the tree?
i know they know no better,
but they will not let me be.
here i waste and here i wait
until some lucky, happy date
when you shall wash ashore
to sing to me the things
that men of sea and wax
have never heard before.
Aug 31, 11. GH.
No man is an island, and all that.
No man is an island, and all that.
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