The Flying Venable
The Flying Venable
Ready the sails
and fasten the cannons.
Stay the swabbing water.
A rasping of metal,
a yawning of lumber,
a rushing of sweet, warm winds —
the heavens don’t have enough space
for the mighty flying Venable.
H.M.S. Werth and her volleys be damned,
the suggestions of gravity and her laws be damned,
the thermodynamics and basic mathematics —
all of it be damned.
Send this vessel skyward,
make this Venable flying,
and they’ll remember that name.
First there was AC of DC’s weekend ode to Gary Gaetti:
http://www.fangraphs.com/not/gary-gaetti-victim-of-time/#comment-316160
…and now this.
I am beginning to actually like poetry. Thanks Notgraphs for my cultural enrichment.
You hoity toity SOBs and your “poetry”. Your pedantic talk with your bourgeoisie educations. Sipping your fine wines as you discuss Wordsworth and the works of Mark Rothko. We in the working class will continue to make our filthy gestures behind your collective backs.
To my lumpenproletariat brothers.
There once was a Boggs called up from Pawtucket. Who’s log was so long he could suck it. And he said with a grin as he wiped of his chin. If 3rd base was a snatch I would %&$# it.
Now that’s good writing!
Sigh….
Only the Aristocracy casts those who labor as crass and ineducable. Only they serve us offal and tell us we favor it. Only they betray their delicacy with self-censorship.