A winter's night,
a creature, strange & bright
appeared upon the porch in a dark storm.
The minister said,
"It's clearly mad in the head—
pay it no mind, it'll go away."
You & I were thinking about a place
below the sea,
with stinging anemone,
coral, bright & white.
& I was on a fast train to a deep oblivion.
You didn't try to stop me; no, you asked
to come along.
Come take the light
of creatures of the deep;
electric eels are fun, but tend to bite.
Oblivion,
it rhymes with Vivian.
Rust-red things look gray beneath the deep.
You & I were thinking about a decommissioned sub,
a place submarine,
we'd live life so serene.
We were on a fast train to a drunk oblivion—
you bravely took my hand & we went merrily along.
Jets & boats,
always found them fine.
The creature on the front porch can't unwind.
The sea captain said,
"I'll fix him up with this:
gin & quinine keeps away malaise."
We were crossing English channels
in Victorian times
in midget submarines
with parasols & twine.
& I was going under in some deep oblivion;
you bravely took my hand
& sweetly came along.
