I Return to Sea

Propofol is the anaesthesia of choice
For the never in line
Always waving from a red Lamborghini
Trying out their pluck and pervy sides
Naked as gum trees. If there are leftovers
You can budget for a green altar dog
And a few volcanic side and back aches
Moving back and forth like gravel trucks

Before plea bargains and steak tartar there was Zorba
He said welcome hardship. And may God save you
From the stern of a mule or the stem of a priest
Now his jersey hangs up high in the stadium rafters
And people think Kazantzakis played two guard for Memphis

Who rewound the great plains
And planted them with underworld mafia ballers?
Once I knew the joy of them in the off season
Sky and grass like endless billiard felt
I sipped it like cognac
From a divinely dripping breast

The world isn’t afraid of itself
Why be so? Better to eat VoKü in a Berlin squat
Or go with the die Geile to Sisyphos
Where the drinks cost a day’s pay
And hum with electric light foam
And the bartender leans over licks your ear
Asks how you like it
Straight up or with the needle
Pegged all the way over

Squeeze me there — that hurts badly
But at least I can feel it
Are you a two headed mastodon?
Use all four horns then!
Once I lived with a giant Chinese bulldog
In a place where peacocks roamed freely
I suspect they were really Russian Faberge moles
Code talkers buried in the prairie outback
Hatching only when you looked straight at them

Let’s play a game
You ask me if I have a twin
And I’ll ask you what kind cologne you like
When wearing only ankle bracelets
And reading poetry by bomb light
We can worry about photography
After the place closes

Is Stephen Hawking coming over tonight?
Is he bringing a pair of dice?
He knows information does come back
Across the event horizon of a black hole
But it comes in in a kind of creole
Part art, part superstition
Part Andalusian fairy tale
A recipe for writing sonnets
In imaginary numbers
Einstein wanted God to put the dice away
We all know where that got him

Tonight the wind blows in rich and famous
Keeping just enough distance
To water us all in misery—great mountains of water
Enough to drown all the big box churches at altar call
I am running my tongue around the rim of my teeth
Trying to feel my own horizon
Anaesthesia has a very long memory

When the hail starts falling like horse clams
And I feel like stuffing them down someone’s throat
As an Able Bodied Seaman and a jack Buddhist
Looking out through the bones of my desires
I know it is time to return to sea

Welcome to the container ship Blue Ball Horizon
Where we carry two of everything that fits
In a TEU or under starlight
The wages are shit but there is enough to eat
A dry bunk and time to think
We used to take a great circle route across the Atlantic
Now we take a rhumb line or farther south
To avoid the psycho storms
New York to the Med, the Gib
Between Sicily and Malta the traffic is heavy
And the VHF radio is unregulated
Starts talking trash, everybody’s a monkey or a Mario
Or it’s porn soundtracks overdubbed with Celine Dion
Then the Gulf of Aden where the pirates have RPGs and cell phones
Then down to Singapore where they love their malls
May God bless the good women at Four Floors
And keep them from the rising waters!
Then to Sri Lanka for tea and crew and zen
And back to New York to do it all over again
Poetry is my drug of choice when it’s too rough to paint
Or we are out of the good stuff
If Mae West were here you could relieve her of duty
You should come over some time

Notes: VoKü means the people’s food, die Geile are people who are very horny, and a TEU is a twenty foot equivalent unit

2 responses to “I Return to Sea

  1. Maybe it’s time for me to go to sea again, like Ishmael. I’ve found though that when that time comes, the sea usually come to you.

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