Best Angstocean Poems
Afternoon Swim In The Nude
How rude to spill your black crude
into my beautiful ocean blue.
My plans for an ocean barbecue
are skewed, for if I light a match
near the ocean now
I could be blown in two.
We should pour all of you
British Petroleum executives
nude into the black oily ocean and
let you swim around in the
black soup of gulf crude
with the fish and other wild life,
then you might have
a new attitude.
Of course we’d have the cooped
up convicts wash you down
with DAWN, when you were
through with your
swim of the afternoon
in the oily black crude.
My hand trailed in the wake...
Of an ocean
The solitude of ocean and sky
The wind,
sighing by
When an ocean met the sky
My hand trailed in the wake....
of a wind sighing by
upon silvered wings,
I crossed a jewel that was the sky
The setting, the ocean
Sparkling
In my solitude of flying
Shades of blue...
On an ocean
In a sky
All I heard was my heart, sighing