- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Seaman That I Never Was
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LEMONIA /(F)LIP EDELTRAUD => BIG SOUTH WEATHER 1
MAKRY-YIALOS
Afternoon
8/12/2008
THE SEAMAN THAT I NEVER WAS
(Unholy Echo da Lontano of the Ultimate Betrayal)
The seaman that I never was,
Is traveling forever,
Although I feel to him so close,
I haven’t been very clever.
I thought that there should be a link,
To have a double existence,
But I have missed it in a blink,
Due to my single persistence.
The seaman that I never was,
Lives in another place,
Perhaps in sketches by Boz,
Caricature his face.
The mystery of Edwin Drood,
Is that I never read it,
In sinful passion as I stood,
Where angels fear to tread it.
The mayor of Casterbridge,
Is but a mild case,
For putting feelings in the fridge,
Of my inferior race.
The seaman that I never was,
More honest man than I,
He’s my poor truth and that’s because,
I am his richest lie.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 10 years agoyou are pulling people off the page for the picture to form, always a danger in that.
these two lines would have to explained away:
In sinful passion as I stood,
Where angels fear to tread it.
otherwise mere cliche
5ed, never the less
