Lyric № 121680
Pacifics
When we get out of here, I'll take
you to an old fishers' pier on a day
too hot to do anything else but watch
the waves come in across the bay
and break, and break, and break.
For this last mizzling rain of the year
on a field where wild poppies grow
makes me think we've not spent enough time on piers,
with salt-wind stirring your hair, the sun baking,
and the lullabye crush of waves breaking.
And maybe we never will; the words lodged
in my throat have too-familiar an ache.
Now it's all I have left to give: that we'll go
to the wide amnesiac sea, that we'll make
it there when we get out of here.
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"the waves come in across the bay
and break, and break, and break."
"sun baking"
"waves breaking"
"Now it's all I have left to give"
"we'll make
it here when we get out of here."
i found "mizzling rain" awkward. it is, after all, akin to "drizzling rain," when just "drizzle" would suffice. here, however, "mizzle" is too unwieldily to have alone. so, i'd rewrite that as you see fit.
the poem does have two instances of superb word choice:
"lullabye crush" and "amnesiac sea."
new imagery and psychological depth would make this a strong poem.
As for the poem, what can I say? It's about going to the ocean - a big fantasy of mine since I started living in the Middle Eastern desert. It might interest you to know the original version of this went,
When we get out of here, I'll fuck
You in an empty movie theatre.
Is that any better?
This I think is the closest thing to a 70s pop song you've ever written but I think you were probably feeling like one at the time. It was still a great read. The half rhyme scheme was ace.
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