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The Fan Tail, The Dog Watch, and Bliss It's called that, the dog watch... Earliest morn, when the slight shudder So near at hand, of the screw, Lunging the ship While droning its vast hulk. The time Conrad's deepest dark, Melville's journals, tales of Monster Gracken, Russel's Aborigine on a raft... Come out to play. Over the side, slight splash, The dolphin play. I imagine false bottoms, Lighted cities, visiting Jules Verne might think. Loneness, never. I am well kept. |
Additional Notes:
The Pacific cruise, I remember it like yesterday.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2006-02-06 14:00:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.71429
JCH
Funny, I was going to say what a "realistic" quality it had to it, when I read the bottom note. Makes sense.
I just enjoyed this.
Don't ask me why.
That's just how it is.
MAH