A poem about devotion, passion, loss, apology, and a boat called Santa Frieda |
Forget the hate Forget the sun Run through burning buildings Lit by Arsenics And saved by god’s rain Leave the truth In a sewer Sell the Morning; Sell the dimes. Morning glory Leave it behind It the mediterranean Destroy my mind Then, Destroy the pieces Evidence as a complication Broken, Blistered, Binary People is the shorter alternative for bullet bags Physical apologies for slavery? Freedom Fries? no draft. for Death. Only because selfishness and fear exist. Ports running around harbors Entirely painfully grieving For the loss of their favorite ship: Santa Frieda was the greatest tugboat Santa Frieda would never part Santa Frieda between barge and freighter Santa Frieda never leave my heart Santa Frieda was crunched between an oil freighter and barge No dry eyes Santa Frieda never helped move bombs Had a queer little face Lost its virginity to an old lawnmower To my Santa Frieda: To my Ship: To my Star: Leave your worries behind that piano bench Move those tunes to the left Followed only by constant footsteps to the left Ask AskAsk ASK Ask aKS sask aksk aks askask ask ask them why They took your life too early, Between barge and freighter Never leave my heart. |