We crossed the foamy green waves,
The undiscovered sea of serpents, spirits, and curiosities,
Salty and full of deep ancient secrets,
In an art deco ship carved from ivory,
With sails sewn from saris,
Stitched together in a patchwork garden of pungent colors,
And a snarling white lion stood as the
figurehead,

The grand ship was stocked with glittering dreams,
Dreams of beautiful young flappers,
dancing and twirling to the vivacious provocative music,
Made by dapper dashing demons with
broken eyes and toothy smiles,
Of gorgeous tortured souls,
Swallowing swords and eating fire,
Of boys with panda-bear eyes,
And girls with crucifixes in their ears,
Of sweet-faced gentlemen,
And happy hippie children,
Skimpy-dressed ladies on rollerskates,
Mohawked boys with tough looks on
their faces,

We sailed so very far my dreams and I,
Through seas of teeth,
And past lonely islands with black sand
and hollow caves upon them,
On cramped rocky passages,
Down swift vicious rivers,
Beyond a brutish hurricane's eye,
We sailed on,
To warm Caribbean waves,
And mysterious dark Pacific waters,
Capturing new misfit friends,
Mystified by our flashy, bewitching, bizarre, little shows,
And our family of disturbed and forgotten faces.