Ripply Effect

Ripply Effect

Was a long-lost way from home,
chortling and happy to be wandering
the carnal corner of the earth

held together by whumfilly warm sea water,
slooping against the pretty prissy boat,
eighty-four degrees when I last looked.

The wappling waves seemed to be going somewhere,
and if we followed them we too would surely go there,
but I cared little, for I laxily left my weighty watch

at the deadening airport, on purpose,
which caused my nipply wife to laugh
and toss her diamond watch overboard.

This caused a nameless splishy splash
in the virginous vortex of the unsullied sea.
Down through the water it tossed and tumbled,

down past the flirty fishies and sandy sea weed,
past the crazy corel and through the sea churning
muzzle mites that disappear when you don't look at em.

Was a long time ago yes, but in my dreamy dreams
I still waft and wonder 'bout that waxy watch,
and it's final fortune or destination.

Did it hurt a fat mean fish?
Clonk it on the slimy head?
If so, then good, for it deserved the clonking.

Or did a barracuda accidentally eat it,
and die of diamond poisoning or worse:
acute constipation?

Or did some itsy-bitsy indigent corel creature
latch laughingly onto it and call it home?
Sitting now with it's back against the face?

Was that latter I only always hope for,
for was was the reason we laughily left,
casting aside time, casting time overboard,

not realizing the effect our myopic
actions can affect on the unkown,
unseen.