Splosian – A Poet for a New Century

I think i found my calling.

First I thought it was as a tennis player but the fateful readers will know how THAT turned out. you can only lose so many times to kids from the lower school before your all like, "ok, enough. i'm going to pinkberry"

Then i thought i was gonna be a "Lothario" as my father calls it, but it turns out i have a lot to learn about how to make girls happy.

so – i'm going to just sort of forget about any sort of life that involves other people and just spend all my time in my bedroom and put down my emotions in words.

I'm trying to be part of the collegiate verse club.

i've never written poetry before (except like knock knock jokes) but I'm giong to love it because their are no right answers and i can just attach my pen to my heart and see what it scribbles.

this is my first ever poem. keep in mind they wil improve over time:

TO BE A SAILOR WITHOUT A SEA
by D.K. Splosian (so i can be like ts eliottt)

Bring me the ale – and tie up the wench!
A sailor am I, a sailor am I.
The mast is a tree and a tree isn't in the ocean
But a sailor am I, a sailor am I.

I am the Columbus of Columbus Avenue
Pulling my ship down the river of Riverside
Where will I drop anchor – I here you cry?

Why – At Big Nicks!
In that good Mexican place on 83rd and Amsterdam
At Barney Greengrlass!
At Intermix to get that haltertop for Naima she won't shut up about

I am a Sailor!
A drift without a crew
sailing with a boat
saioling on my comforter
with my belly in the feathers
and my mother yelling into her blackberry about fiduciary expenditures
and i will go to sleep when i want to!
and id ont' want to visit my cousins in larchmont!
I AM A SAILLOR
I WANT TO DROWN IN THE OCEAN OF MY CONFUSION

for a sailor was i, a sailor was i