4th Poem from Japan
EvilToasterElf
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Skinny Dipping
The sky in the distance
over the Pacific
bleeds from blue to black.
The rain pours down in sheets.
I take a swig from a bottle of merlot
and tread a little farther out to sea.
My clothes remain on the beach
where I dropped them
before plunging into the tepid waters.
I’m surrounded by seven other drunks;
two british girls,
one Kiwi from New Zealand,
two Japanese girls,
one Canadian girl,
and one guy from San Francisco.
The beach is empty at 1 AM
on a Thursday night.
We each take a mouthful of wine,
Bacchus submerged.
The lights in the apartment buildings
have been extinguished for four hours.
There is no light on the beach,
and the blanched sky will reduce
the dawn to scattered beams
timidly striking the sand.
Our laughter is drowned by the surf
as our inhibitions faltered from
the beach bar a quarter mile inland.
Rain has never been more silent.
The ocean is a dark and hungry god,
and here its naked disciples pray,
our feet clutching to the shifting floor,
our minds rising convulsively to the sky.
Compelled by our shivering muscles,
we depart the only church I’ve ever loved.
The soliloquy of my prayer ended,
I put on my clothes,
And walk back to the apartment.
The sky in the distance
over the Pacific
bleeds from blue to black.
The rain pours down in sheets.
I take a swig from a bottle of merlot
and tread a little farther out to sea.
My clothes remain on the beach
where I dropped them
before plunging into the tepid waters.
I’m surrounded by seven other drunks;
two british girls,
one Kiwi from New Zealand,
two Japanese girls,
one Canadian girl,
and one guy from San Francisco.
The beach is empty at 1 AM
on a Thursday night.
We each take a mouthful of wine,
Bacchus submerged.
The lights in the apartment buildings
have been extinguished for four hours.
There is no light on the beach,
and the blanched sky will reduce
the dawn to scattered beams
timidly striking the sand.
Our laughter is drowned by the surf
as our inhibitions faltered from
the beach bar a quarter mile inland.
Rain has never been more silent.
The ocean is a dark and hungry god,
and here its naked disciples pray,
our feet clutching to the shifting floor,
our minds rising convulsively to the sky.
Compelled by our shivering muscles,
we depart the only church I’ve ever loved.
The soliloquy of my prayer ended,
I put on my clothes,
And walk back to the apartment.
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ME TOO!!!!!
Oh {{EvilToasterElf}}! I love the open water! I wish I was that one Canadian girl that was enjoying that with y'all!!!! I find being by/in the water the most pleasurable of almost all pleasures.
With the line I quoted above, you brought me to a time when I was at my friend's cottage in Bobcaygeon. Guess I must have been about 18 or so. It was Sunday morning, and being the good Catholic family that they are, my pals had to meet their parents at church. I ribbed them a bit before they left, good-heartedly, of course, as I do understand that Sunday service is important to some. Well, after they left, I put on Pink Floyd's, Meddle (not too loud but loud enough), got on a floatation device ( I had my bathing suit on that time though
Skinny dipping is great!
Thanks for sharing! I'm so glad you're having such fun in your new home away from home!!!!!
I've been out of the poetry game for a while, I'm trying to put together a nice little short story about teaching english. Hopefully it'll broach the 20 page mark, and I'll throw it up here for 3 or 4 people to read.
It was my first time skinny dipping actually - good times all around.
the little record shop shutdown sometime last week - the next closest one is probably in Hiroshima - about 2 hours away
:(
2 hours to the nearest record store? That's as bad as New Mexico, damnit!