One well-weathered yarn’s a spring to bees
remindualed-‘bout at times,
One’s pace allows watched clocks to slow
down to more childish rhymes.
So let’s me tell you one of mine’s,
But mind you’s gap ye’r sighs,
‘cause sometimes nothing sounds so sped.
A swarthy sea-worn Captain was I
Venturing again
Upon another journey to thee
Unknown’s other end
Where monsters warm and women bare
Their Amazonic teeth
And mirror sailors their tossing heads.
The sheets were raised, the anchor hoist,
The sea already full,
The land began to float aways,
Some hill the last to pull
At eyes which cast a farewell glance
T’ward-th’shore-line’s sunken crowd
Of faces longst their trodden ryverbed
A wind it wound around our ship
As if to blind us tights,
And bound we were to determine
Directions for our sights.
But I it was to order where
Just what or when and whom
Both how either highs the sea was led.
Numb feelings in my finger’s nail
Did itch to scratch some head
Clean as this certain Sir faces
The waving wood half wet
And sanding in the stone upon
My neck it would have set
Or upset sea’s pond ear’s,
A diction’s nary tread
The tidal flows of lunar toes
Around a heavy weight
As green to every purpose’s
A particle’s drop could get
Attracted to a paper sound
As if it were a mate
The other’s won, it follows, said.
And I was left to write it down
Across the lighter fade
Yellowing unsettled suns
To stares it was I prayed
And low and hold begotten sold
The barker did land cry
But I was neither here’d nor there’d.
Wherever is a great big space
So bit it isn’t squared
Or round or try an’ jewel aided
Or even-oddly a where’d
Ever is a braid gig’s pace, Oh!
Biggot’s not square oars
Round-door I angle you, you err’d.
Yet fastists are the language for
A single disrespect
‘Cept this one isn’t meanin’ that
Perspective is a sect
Religiously we follow where
The other word it goests
Around a corner of an urge…
The jumble’s on the boozy song
The snark is on the joke
Is on the joke is on the joke, …
Is on the joke the joke?
It jests the yonder yawning yoni’s
Yolking of the yokes
And whitens every burdened egg
So in between the stars I found
A matter wasn’t there
To remind me-all of what it was
That I had prayed was prayer
And just because I thought it so,
Well, so it seemed to me
That questions circle as they beg.
The answer to this thing I was
On top of every word
Swearing against it did instead
Decide oh-pun ab’s third
Buzzing sounds to turn-a-round’s
And return to the cave
By exercising my third leg
The other ones were sticking in
The feet I shoed them to
And tied with knots we once had thought
I’d never finally win
But habit took and now it shook
Me up the bootstraps gave
While down I fell and rather vagued
Some dizziness of empty bliss
Began to fill my mind
As while the crew did listen to
The orders I did grind
The ship upon another wave
And jiggle every spine
Of barbs by which to fish for clarity’s
So pursue what you think it is
And pursue where it goes
And you will find as piece of mind
A brain’s not one of those
Coinstruments we’d soon invent
If only were we nosed
Instead of thinking in machines.