The Sober Boat
by Bill Yarrow
I am my beloved's Advil
and she is my Aleve
and when we are tender
that's just codeine
a bouquet of bombs rains down
upon our cathedrals
but, look, they are pristine
as on the day our egos had them built
on a hopeless boat
in a sea of sameness
the belief that change will come
sustains us
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Author's Note
A version of this poem was published in 2009 in new aesthetic as part of a seven-poem e-book entitled "The Perfume of The Pony-Tailed Girl Who Played Alone with Darts"
"The Sober Boat" appears in THE VIG OF LOVE (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).
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The middle stanza is a killer. Well written, Bill. The drifting boat is strong way to close. *
Sort of "Rambo,20, The Days After." Really clever--in the best sense--and funny and perfectly made.
Sustains us/sameness? WOW.
fave!
well drawn, funny, strange and sad
I see. You DO understand the seriousness of frivolity and vice versa. I like how sober morphs into hopeless; well, maybe not like, but you know what I mean. *
Wow!!!! I love the advil/aleve connection. It really says so much and then you sobered me up with the next bit. Excellent job, Bill, of creating a moment in a world that is both funny and tragic. Or as you suggest: filled with pain and relief !!
Only you could fit pain relievers into such a fine piece, and make it work wonderfully.