27.1.12

A cruise liner sinks

The captain
                      
                       is
                      
                       the
                      
                       first
                      
                       to
                      
                       jump
                                                                                                      
A horror house of plastic molded faces
           

  in bright pastel colours, melting

As they squirm and fill the vessel

from room to room they're watching television, applying mascara


sweeping their rubber jewelery off the dresser, a splatter of objects
       frantically having sex with strangers 
    but don't lose your shoes 

The drooping faces are swirling sucked into the sea, flushed, refuse






Some made the lifeboats, no room for children what with 
                                                                                                                               suitcases 
                           and bags 
                                                                        and bundles 

John Andrew lost his horse

                                            There is no room for children
                     when the captain is the first to jump







  
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