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Friday, February 10, 2017



Ramblings of a Mad Man

So there we were,
sailing across that Arabian desert,
a splendid sea,
teeming with fishes and sea monsters,
hoping to reach the Black Sea,
before noon on the moonless morrow.
Mermaids, dressed in embroidered silk kimonos,
sang for us from the very crests of those flowing dunes,
while we made merry eating dates and figs and raisins.
Our landship was like an ark,
so many cubits by so many cubits,
with a draft of plenty,
built with stories of scented planks,
wood oozing frankincense and fragrant myrrh.
Our brave captain saluted the blazing sun,
as that bright orb skirted brilliant Venus,
heading for warrior Mars and ringed Saturn,
on that daily journey,
across the mystic universe,
where absent landlords,
marvel in great numbers.
Our sails billowed with happiness and joy,
as our camels brayed from that wooden deck,
before morning prayers,
on that shadowless trek,
crossing the depths of that endless sea.
Sarah and Penelope, adorned with bangles and beads,

timbrels and cymbals keeping the shaking beat,
danced wildly across the shimmering deck,
as our shipmates caressed their sweaty brows,
with handkerchiefs made from spun gold.
In our wildest dreams the world sank, 

arrested into blessedness,
not withholding all the tea in China,
not withstanding all that was promised us,

when we departed our now distant home port,
dear Agrippalonia, on that fabled coast,
midst hails of cheers and good wishes,
from legions of bystanders and well-wishers,
waving, as we drifted away into the night,
enlivened by a myriad of twinkling stars,
and all those legends that were once forgotten,
before the flood stole every man's heart and soul,
before God renounced the world,
making us spin and turn and twist like tops,
into tomorrow where dreams are made,
and all good things surely come to light,
on those beautiful shores and acres,
upon that stark and mysterious Arabian bight,
we all adore, and love to call heaven's makers.

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