When seashells take trips
They glide on the side of ships
Then let go, equipped.
They glide on the side
Going out with evening tide
In the ride they hide
Going out with tide
Let the seagulls be your guide
A seaside joy ride
Seagulls be your guide?
Didn’t Jonathan Livingston
Seagull end up fried?
Doctor Livingston
Presumed I knew him. He was
Wrong and I was stunned.
Presumed I knew him
I told him I did not, and
My name was not Jim.
Did not I and him
Do what they say don’t when we
Messed around with Jim?
Don’t they say what we
Feel when they cry to the sky:
“We miss you, Stan Lee!”?
“We miss you, Stan Lee!”
Comic books. Marvel. You see,
he created me!
Comic books. Marvel
Stan Lee will live forever.
His life was art full.
Stan Lee forever
Made Thor, X-Men, Black Panther
Artful endeavor
X-Men, Black Panther
I phoned them several times
But they didn’t answer.
Several times I
Peered but was blinded by the
Tears in my mind’s eye.
Blinded by the tears?
I’ve had the Springsteen lyric
Wrong for all these years?
The Springsteen lyric:
“…save all your clowns.” Billy’s words:
“Alas, poor Yorick.”
Words: “Save all your clowns.”
Words that bring sheer terror to
Maine’s fictional towns.
Words that bring sheer terror -
The apple harvest is in,
can’t find the parer!
The apple harvest
Will have me sauced in also
Total embarrassed.
Also will have me
Downing nineteen Jello shots
Vodka strawberry.
Nineteen Jello shots
Later, I grip the white wheel
And say “Hello, Pots”.