don’t sleep in no fancy silk pajamas don’t wanna cover up my birthmark cuz i don’t want the lord making any mistakes about whose time it is or who did what with whom last saturday night not that the lord would make a mistake but given his angels were once human well enough said
the sea
has invaded
a small corner
of
the ship’s lounge
just below
the fancy tables
staking claim
to
all onboard
a salty residue
a reminder
that
we shall
all
return to the sea
from which
we emerged from
at
the beginning
of
time
after
a blood pressure rising
shopping outing
to
costco
i
dropped by
aunt bea’s
to
share
a few items
i
thought
she might
enjoy
aunt bea
said
i went
there
once
but
decided not
to
return
since
i almost lost
a limb
reaching for
one of those
free samples
they
pass out
seems
the fellow
behind me
hadn’t eaten
for the last decade
and
was willing
to
kill for
a vienna sausage
he pushed me aside
like
a cruise passenger
disembarking
after
four consecutive sea days
it took
several days
for
the bruises
to heal
i still
find it strange
that
our humanity
can be
reduce
to
primal behaviors
with
such
low-level
pavlovian
stimuli
