A verse inscribed in fire and light.
Water Logged Captain’s Log
Water Logged Captain’s Log
Theoretically, these words should all work to my advantage, reproving, complimenting, everlasting
Have the continents drifted further apart to make way for Atlantis of old? Sinking suicidal clump of
Archaeological junk, never found and never meaning a thing? The meanest means could not justify that
Dreary end. And as my sober lungs fill with gallons of water I begin to think
Killing phrases should be said from a small boat set out in a lake, better; a lake that I can walk on.
God in heaven keep me just above the water. Give me strength so I can tread it and never drown.
Defiance is not a virtue on its own. Words aren’t worth any pictures and pictures aren’t worth gold.
Fasting leads us to play the pantomime, skin and bones and Bible in hand saying with bloodshot
Eyes “Do as I do. Not as I don’t say.” But death’s door is crowded with such men, too proud
To ask for help and too strong to fall in love or eat cheeseburgers.
How do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain?
Can they tell me why they’re mad? Can we swap stories? Can they give me the blueprints for
High obelisks that penetrate the third heaven?
Die hard or stay alive. Die wet or don’t swim. Come diving and we’ll find the corpses of Atlantis
Figuratively littered with the ashes of Sodom and Gomorrah and Jericho and the Heroes of America.
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