‘Spontaneously Overboard’

Some of you really do become bored numb
By those unseemly Oceans you leave behind your Smiles,                              Above whose surfaces now rest invisible labyrinths lacking                               Just one Minotaur or a Theseus to go around.
Though I do,
Per the predictable accidents of my sanguine trade,                                  Somehow (somehow!) know a blonde Ariadne
with claustrophobic crushes on the currents and just a few                                 world-bedashed and reddened & sugared wrecks
right now aboard the Sea.

That is to say the usual nymph from a bad Comic book
Whose heartfelt invitations to her patented Screwball occasions                         you should always admit to having been dearly expecting
just like those manifestations of metaphysical Truth
that unattached morning in Piccadilly Circus
when you kept having to remind yourself to breathe
(idiot).

I don’t know about you yet
But I’m just here compartmentalizing the Coast, and not
awaiting on Honey Ryder or Lauren Bacall to walk out from the waves                  to pursue their old interests in other people.
You see, the love that Likes to Love belongs to her discretion
Of course, and she knows better than I
That everyone is always already floating
But who knows when or why.

(March 23, 2015)