the large dark ship of dream
asleep on a flat blue bay,
a cardboard moon above,
nearby sometime in the future
violet tinted creatures reading this
say the continuum has altered
i can’t speak your language, i interject
surprised - they evaporate gracefully into their own time
i use mine to determine what has happened
while a crowd of clowns gather on the dock,
casting off lines on our large dark ship of dreams
“say there”, Bogart says to me under his hat, “easy”
at a glance he appears congenial, overdressed,concerned
leaning on a rail and flicking cigarette ash over the side,
“go easy, and pay no never mind”, i nod absently
all is subdued, dark silent, i’d like a sandwich
the yellow paper moon overhead hasn’t moved
the clowns are gone, Bogart’s smiling, the ship is sailing
on a dark flat sea, just for you,
just for me
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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3 comments:
Oh, this appeals to me greatly. It moves and it fascinates.
What a beautiful ship of dreams. I love the soft imagery and the way this poem spins me off into a dream of my own. Having Bogart in there is perfect.
Phew, love the bit about Bogart!
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