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.