Full Phantom Dive

A parody on Plath's Full Fathom Five

 Young woman, you're suffice  self-sufficient

 Which like the tide is gloaming

 When the C  compiles cold  send clear

Carped,  with your white skin

 Which is a dragnet for younger men

 Who crest and legal miles long.

 

Extending the warranty with sheets

 Their cheeks with spreading down covering the wrinkled shirt

 Nodded like all the other men.

 They tell you young  hits of origin

 Unthinkable to their ‘rents

 But unquestionably alluring to their target.

 

Of the needed West,  steering down down down

 To the  unfathomable depths

 Which you and they cascade in pleasure.

 You know the dangers are foreboding.  I

 Can see how your butt is calling,

 From the strange injury that beckons.

 

It is to die,  to sleep to dream,

 Ravel calls with  obstinance

Le tombeau de Couperin

 

The muddy tremors

 From the death yet future

 Proves rumors conspiracy.

 

The archaic Cathedral line

 Of the green sheen shed time in tunnels

 Makes dozens of the men beat like  folded sheets

 On the unbeaten outlet rushes

 Into the ocean even with Sage humerus

 A distant  grace under pressure

 

A ground spareness tunnel

 The play of donks and phants

 Trying to play for your waste

 

But labyrinthian Tango

 Routing deep among knuckles and teeth

 Finds the skulls.   Ineffable.

 

On the shoulders once cast

 Seeing by every man but touched not twice

 Their questions denied

 

Because you are the goddess of their dreams

 Walking up to kingdoms come

 Exiled for want of good

 

Shelling back forgotten

 Your father craved your caress

 And that is why you breathe water.