Originally published April 6, 2014, on Tumblr.
The storm made bliss of my sea-borne awakenings.
Lighter than a cork, I danced on the waves
Which men call eternal rollers of victims,
For ten nights, without once missing the foolish eye of the harbor lights!
Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children,
The green water penetrated my pinewood hull
And washed me clean of the bluish wine-stains and the splashes of vomit,
Carrying away both rudder and anchor.
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;
Where, suddenly dyeing the bluenesses, deliriums
And slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than music
Ferment the bitter rednesses of love!
The Drunken Boat (excerpt) by Arthur Rimbaud
Sunset by Roxy Music
Oh, look at the sun, it’s all a-glow
Slow burning star, sinking low
Heaven knows where you go
Out of sight, out of minds eye, no
Aw, such a shame, you must leave
All day long you were a friend to me
Still, the moon’s company
Until morning when larks will sing
Horizon’s appointment you’ll keep
For sun swept flamingos must sleep
Scenes like these from my dreams
Cover cutting-room floors all over
Warm heart, we spin slowly from view
Why are you sad, do you disapprove?
How we’ve wasted our time
Sunset, end of my day, my decline
Postscript, you trace colors the sky
Red-letter light fades is filed away
Sunburst fingers you raise
One last sigh of farewell, goodbye