Piss-drunk In A Sailor's Sky

You start the day whale watching with Jim, retire to

Slapping nametags on those you can’t remember

And reconsider damnation through procreation.

 

Those winged peasants fan you with palm leaves

On a day hot as Adolf’s smoking barrel while

Janis slaps her harpoon, Bobby singing blues

 

In time. Gerry complains- you won’t legalize pot,

 

Still. You preach your gospel over dust-bottled

Wine as dry as a game of scrabble with Judas

(that character is always creating words).

 

You tease Mowgli with a s-s-s-slithering s-s-s-snake

Named Kaa, and force-feed a cocky elephant with

Assorted fruits- green apples, orange juice and banana

Splits- under the cover of your Mother Theresa night light.

 

You nearly crucify your old buddy, Jesus,

For sipping Jack from a solo-cup-shaped cloud

His thorny forehead sloshed with 80 spf

 

But only after you’ve TiVoed

Jersey Shore. And then, dessert-

 

You catch Jim in your bathtub caught in concrete

Smile while Janis harpoons your elusive Moby;

King Louie buries Mowgli in a rain cloud, giggles

Over Mein Kampf, pits his followers on Baloo;

Gerry, well, he’s taken to black and white tye-dye

And prayer. So you quit the day piss-drunk in a sailor’s

Sky, as do I, already contemplating beyond your kingdom.

 

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

why the offense?
because you said Adolf?
of painted Jesus as someone who f***s w****s and watches bad tv?

the allusions and call backs put a definite beginning and end on this big b***h, red ribbon and gifted to whoever. The best part is, everyone has a little living in what you painted. This is a just a ginat f**k em all to..well everyone. But we acknowledge it, so be it.

Bravo

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

I liked it

[Ruth]

No offence lol This is poignant observation, a vent that needs to see light of day! Steaming and intense, we all need dose of salts in this life, all need to freakin wake up and deliver the heart towards what "reality" is :)
Great work love!
xx

[Linear]

I also am totally offended by this reprehensible poem, but I shall let you off and forgive your sin, well you are one of our colonial buddies, thank goodness i'm english. good work my friend. Now tell me please who is Richard Parker?

[HighBrowCulture]

im grossly offended. this is the second time the cheese on my quarter pounder has been cold and the grocer forgot to double bag my gallon milk at the grocery store and my office submitted by W2 late for the third year in a row. pity there is no god to damn the artificial.

[Fegger]

Very, very clever and engaging write. I was tickled to death that all the characters, in odd play, were quite familiar to me---probably why I liked the piece so much.

[Coyote Poetry]

I ain't looking for God today. Just worked like a dog and trying to keep ahead of the bills. Life is simple. Need to separate the s**t from the good things. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote