Kit Kelen #1291 - the Strulbrugs afloat

1291

the Strulbrugs afloat

fighting to suck on the same cigar

you meet the worst kind of people

not really － all mirages

next week we were never here

on rivers and on silent seas

thin mirrors in the cabins

the frenzy is feeding again

islands into continents

sail for say, Avalon

air of quintillion souls

pyjamified

breakfast till lunch until dinner

more coastline each day

albatross for luck

need a ship to carry them off

convenient we’re here

on the buffet express

now and then on terra firma

walk the port

we are a problem for the map

the ship is a souvenir

take a picture, post it

this is the legacy they spent

paws on a place and gone

without the knowledge of evil

took the island away with

hunting and all aprowl

Isle of Apples, where the sword was forged

for the fortunate

Land of Promise

of Otherworld and all delights

every Jill helpmete

every Jack man of them

first one here

Gulliver, Robinson

baked Alaska, fish from

hearts will not grow old

in cabins the Struldbrugs

get half a leg over

then something’s announced

all afloat

are prisoners of it

menus printed to keep

so these many selves of sea

home to Luggnag

forgotten not forgiven

that’s how it will be

and here’s the trompe l’oeill －

at the Academy of Lagado

professor with the everything bag

toting this old world round