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Teignmouth Electron
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A crow it cackled twice upon the day he was named
Dipped a wing and turned its body back to wheel about in the spray
They gathered on the bluffs to see him away
There in the vessel that the township had claimed
A man dishevelled by the spectre of doubt
The bottle blunted as they wheeled her out
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Endlessly affronted by the wind and the waves
A tiny blip upon the blue the Teignmouth Electron was splayed
And yet he harboured a plan
He was just a man
A trimaran
Cast adrift for seven months and seventeen days
Burdened by the whispers so confounding that they led him astray
It’s an impossible plan
He was just a man
A trimaran
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Hushed face, scalded balls, girded for an ocean bash
Listing in the gale, such a travail in which he’s fixed to the mast
They gathered by the wireless every day
Amidst the static no connection remained
A man dishevelled by the spectre of doubt
The ocean wavered as he stepped on out
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Endlessly affronted by the wind and the waves
A tiny blip upon the blue the Teignmouth Electron was splayed
And yet he harboured a plan
He was just a man
A trimaran
Cast adrift for seven months and seventeen days
Burdened by the whispers so confounding that they led him astray
It’s an impossible plan
He was just a man
A trimaran
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Choked by the weeds set here as drapery
Becalmed in all but there internally
A second level cosmic being.
It’s a denouement in Sargasso sea
Becalmed in all but there internally
He sees the nature of the mercy
He sees the nature of the mercy
It is the mercy.
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Eel Pie (Redux)
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Circling as in ellipses
Pissed and reeking of the crime
Cephaeline, entwined in ditches
Blessed to row above the rime
We’d not the breath to ever stop for death
So he kindly came and stopped for me
It weren’t my soul he sought to drag on home
Just a portion of my lay
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Trade winds, blue fins, gas lamp streets
Land grab, back stab, salt slab
Soiled my sheets
New moon, dawn blooms, fortunes
Multiplied
Earth shakes, day breaks, Neptune wakes
Bleary eyed
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Squall blows in, nail down the hatches
Children washed up by the tide
Paper thin and now redacted
Latitudes we sought to find
Gin crazed in doorways
Pockets fat now, filled with plums
Mildewed, fish food
Grip the pulpit, speed us on
Speed us on.
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Sea Lungs Melbourne, Australia
Sea Lungs spin tales of Gin-soaked dockside demise. Bearing witness to the fall of a perverse empire and dancing to the sounds of the death rattle.
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