This ship. It sinks,
into high tides
and lo the masthead
wanes, said we in wet
gravel pits, sinking
sliding, joyful crying
for loss of season's
mode.
Look there, said
girl to her mom.
A whale's tail,
no, now two!
Yes dear,
put your mitts
back on, deathly
cold. Deathly cold
her reply, only:
Get by. Get by.
And by the by does the doorman toll
and toil. Loyal at once to all. At least
all in this building. Scuffed shoe makes
presence known. Spit on it, wipe it.
Scuffed shoe makes people scoff. No,
no. Not enough. Do it again.
Can we? Can we come back again, mom?
Oh, and will we see the seals again too?
Please mom, pleeeeeeeeeeessssse.
Alright, alright, keep your hat on tight.
Are your ear muffs warm enough, dear?
She pulled her hat down tight around
her head. BawArk! BawArk! BawArk!
she said, then shattered into laughter's
piecemealed stuttering melodious hum.
No I told you already, he took the dog
That god damn dog was mine.
Yes, he just took it. No I told you, told
you fucking idiot. The dog, my
dog. He took it away and you let him.
You let him take it. Stupid. Shut
up. Sh-
O takes me back, aint heard this song in a long while.
It's a woman singin' it too, makes it sound real good.
My gran'pap, used to play this for us. Always Louie,
on a forty-five. I don't know who this here is though.
Ain't Louie.
My, we used to sit there while Gran knit.
Pap snappin' his fingers havin' a good ol' time. Used
to tell us his daddy never approved.
Of jazz that is.
All that swinging and dancing only leads to one thing.
Voices belong to the lord not to men.
Byye byee Black-bird.
No you gotta snap between the byes.
Like this: bye bye Black-bird.
snap snap snap snap
This ship.
It stinks.
piecemealed
stuttering
malodorous
hum de-dum dum ditty, hum de-dum dum
