Pantoum

Bound on a Bumper Car Sea

Where the sand meets the sea's new horizons

The steam billows forth its curse.

A dogma of godliness rolls by

Dreaming it all in reverse.

The steam billows forth its curse

“What kind of fools are you two,

Dreaming it all in reverse,

Scrubbing at constellations true?”

“What kind of fools are you two

Wading into moonlit seas,

Scrubbing at constellations true?

A uniqueness of blemishes, a Venus?"

Wading into moonlit seas

They met at a pumpkin spice fairground.

A uniqueness of blemishes, A Venus

And her pirate aficionado run aground.

They met at a pumpkin spice fairground

Bound on a bumper car sea

And her pirate aficianado run aground,

He bade her, "Come, Sail with me."

Bound on a bumper car sea

The salt of promise entwined them.

He bade her, "Come, sail with me

Through this land of fish and men."

The salt of promise entwined them.

The bloated goldfish found them.

Through this land of fish and men,

Through a night of fine food to bind them.

The bloated goldfish found them

And sat they with sunflowers gold

Through a night of fine food to bind them

They did banish their solitary cold.

And sat they with sunflowers gold'

With crisp bread and seafood delight

They did banish their solitary cold

With passion fruit brulee tonight.

With crisp bread and seafood delight

She sat and drank in his flavours.

With passion fruit brulee tonight

All her constellations were savoured.

She sat and drank in his flavours,

They sailed to new lands, on and on.

All her constellations were savoured

Where the sand meets the sea’s new horizon

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