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David Watson Poem
The New Ocean House, back in sixty-eight,
Worked as a busboy, left that night late.
A very dark night, dark of the moon.
Might have been May, may have been June.
I climbed on my bike, started its thunder.
Sped off wildly, like I was boy wonder.
I flew through the streets, heading to Lynn.
Nice that night, nice night for a spin.
Spun down the streets like the Tasmanian devil.
Not much of an IQ or intelligence level.
I stopped to talk with my frazzled friends.
Said I'd be back before the night ends.
Tore down my street in a roaring rally.
Killed the engine to coast through the alley,
Respect for the neighbors, their peace and quiet.
What happens next is kind of a riot.
Locked up my bike, locked up the door.
Left my white jacket on the tar floor.
I turned to see the blue lights flashing.
Did not think twice, just found myself dashing.
Jumped a fence and ran down the street.
I heard the sounds of their running feet.
They couldn't see the three barrels of trash,
Ran into them with a funny loud crash.
Got to the corner, my friends still there,
Listening to their laughter filling the night air.
The cops pulled up and asked us who.
We told them it wasn't someone we knew.
They left.
Copyright © David Watson | Year Posted 2007
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David Watson Poem
Woke up last night by this dreadful dream.
Let me tell you what I had seen.
I sat in darkness, looking out to sea,
From my favorite spot, where I'd usually be.
The sun had set, far to the West.
The time was twelve, was my best guess.
The night was warm, the ocean was calm.
No one would think of chaos and harm.
A ship from afar with men of hate,
Had left some port with a frightening freight.
They sailed to a place where waters deep.
Then sank the ship to ten thousand feet.
Suddenly from the East, light like the sun,
Lit the horizon by the deadly deed done.
Then came the sound of the distant thunder,
And the earth trembled from deep down under.
The ocean then rose straight up to heaven,
In a massive column, two thousand times seven.
I sat there stunned, not believing my eyes,
Horrified as I watched the distant sea rise.
The light dipped below the growing black wall,
I knew I'd be walking that hallowed hall.
My walk was canceled because I had awakened.
A nightmare that had left me certainly shaken.
Copyright © David Watson | Year Posted 2007
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