Stranded On The Somnolent Sea
Stranded in this truck like
A boat on a teaming
Sea,
A concrete aquarium where
All are turbid;
I pee in a cup,
Watering the plants as I drive-
If I get out the apathetic zoetrope
Will see,
And I will have to say hello to
My uncle-
Rather it was a battleship to
Blast away until the
Ice-cream man came around
Like the Pied Piper this afternoon,
And pollinate all the pretty
Flowers on Pompeii-
Scatter my pretty ashes over fast food
Restaurants,
And blow out my candles with her
Coital farts-
And so I drive on, drive on
For days and nights of hard packed
Somnolent sea.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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