Ultramarine

Oh the circadean spleen
of your orchidean den
where jewels and jezebels
in cockle-shells convene:

Seal-dappled swell
of now-and-ever gleam,
euclidean grammarian
in my seafaring mood’s
protean blue eustacian:

Sweet immortelle of
illyrian carouse,
you’re so andiluvian,
so anti-Joseph-Aramathean,
the empyrean chansteuse
of silurian souse:

Your beds are ooliticically
& maidenformed sirensingsongean,
so malt meltingly metamorphosean,
the salt-strollingly Sisyphean
of scrolling waves so pure frolicantically,
my aging peurile’s
arachanean bacchanealean:

You put the rev in my reverie;
drain all suburbs with subversity;
You are the awe in every awefulness,
The lime in every rascal rhyme,
The nicotine of tangerines
toppled from binkini tops & tweens:

Your truths are ignitic
and sedimentarian,
saccharine and kinnikinic,
a rhetoric both wick
and candlestick,
snicker-fickle and impolitic
as the semaphoric sharpling goose
in the sea’s amphibic bisphroic;

You couliss is coiled
in every cuckoo’s rococo,
a cooled and verdant
islet for my every voyaging,
pert as a knobby nipple
tuned to the tweaks of high sound
deep in the surf’s thundering maw,

A burst of hot seed in
the siltyweedydepths
a birdbathyspheric notion,
totemic sire to a nation
of seabaring bone odysseans,
each with hotter purpse
thatn the last, galloping
equiporpoise to you
and rogering all the oceans:

You are the occam motion of
a bed’s commotion, locomoting
my stone shuffle through a loom
of purring foam, weaving wave
upon wave of bimbo babelonia
down the dionysian echolia
of the kiss where Nyx
and Chaos glam & gleam,
a mixolodian marine
for milking Styx’s tits clean:

O veneral kite, overweaning
sight unseen my wings of
soaring blue: Disclose to
your lover in your sotto
voce dolorossa the
viridian iridium of
your circean ocean’s
Ossianic rue. Make
this rake a plinth for you.