yellow submarine

artwork by phil burns

Yellow Submarine

I miss those lazy days at the beach
lying on hot sand
eating clementines and crunchy cacahouètes

I miss your ridiculous shrieks
as you encounter the first wave
if the water is half a degree
below bath temperature

I miss floating in the Mediterranean
the sea I love above all others
Yellow Submarine
and the strange Scottish songs
from my childhood
that so fascinate you

I miss your company
the jokes and the laughter

I don’t miss your mood swings
your week-long sulks
your insistence that anything
that doesn’t fit your life view
is my fault

I do miss the cacahouètes
I no longer sing

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To hear the poet read his words:

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