Monday, June 8, 2009

More old poetry - this was written while I was watching a lunar eclipse and listening to Sid Barrett-era Pink Floyd ...


ECLIPSE

Look at the moon and rejoice

You children of the Most High

Colors flying – corona is blue

The sky took a bite

Wound in its side

Dripping x-ray light

Like Jesus on the cross

Dripping blood and water

Fog on my glasses

Makes crystalline glow

ten miles wide


Blue to white – music to match

Sound pouring from speaker to moon

Friday, June 5, 2009

Digging through some old stuff, I found some attempts at poetry written back when I was in the Navy (84 - 93) - some of it is pretty dark, since time at sea could be hard, but an interesting look at that time in my life. I'll post some of them, but individually, with a few comments: often they make no sense without a bit of background.

This one was written while aboard ship, in the middle of the Indian Ocean - and they had decided to do a "Lobster and Steak" night for dinner. The lines had gotten quite long, and seemed to take forever - and when I finally got some food, the steak was still frozen in the center!

Impressions (Dinner at Sea)

Lobster & Steak makes two hour break

From boredom to boredom again

We’re standing on water – we sink or we swim

We’ve been here since I don’t know when

With Jimmie & Davey & Lee is here too

We stand in a permanent line

Maybe by midnight we’ll begin to move

And then we can sit down and dine

Will the food make us croak, or just make us choke

Or maybe collapse in a heap

My eyes start to close, the Lord only knows

If I’ll ever get any sleep

To smell it is frightening, to taste it enlightening

On methods of poisoning men

‘Cause it’s just the right shade to be Deadly Nightshade

Yet here we are eating again

If this ditty scares you, or maybe impairs you

From eating a nice quiet meal

Say us a short prayer while we’re floating out here

Lord willing, our stomachs will heal!