For surfers it’s the ultimate wave,
the cosmic and final tsunami
THEBIGONE.
For me it’s the death squad,
the surfer skulls from hell,
the ultimate wave goodbye,
the call for last orders,
Time Gentlemen Please,
A final kick at the can.
Goodnight sweet prince.
There’s nothing bigger
in this waiting room.
do not go gentle
Let them come I say, I can take them all.
Let them try the drowning,
impalement on spiked boards
and evisceration by absurdity.
I’m too dry, too full of fire and too much in love
to be taken without a dance.
Bring it on you hairless, hapless harpies
swarming on sharpened feathers.
You can’t be serious.
I will laugh you into dust.
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Art and poem by Clinock.
Waiting For The Big One, 24 x 12 “, (61 x 30.5 cm.), mixed media in cradled panel.
That’s brilliant! I especially love the line bring it on you hairless hapless harpies!
Alliteration my dear Watson…
Yes, but alliteration with attitude!
The best kind, but maybe with one more A
Send the fates packing! 😀
YESSSS!
Wow!….so powerful John!
it always makes me laugh…the merriment of mortality…
You might agree….
Watch “Eric Idle – “Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life” – STEREO HQ” on YouTube
I know it well and am singing along right now…
This is wild, I LOVE IT!!!!!
Happy you do Deb
The absurdity of leaping from being to not being can only be dealt with laughing!!! Brilliant, my dear friend – just brilliant! 🙂
You nailed it Marina!
and thank you
❤