Mackerel Sky

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Turned on the TV,

 

Switched to the morning show,

 

Where I saw waves stacked up for miles.

 

 

Knew that we were lucky,

 

That we didn't need to go,

 

To the North Shores of Hawaiian isles.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

And while, here and now,

 

That water might be thrilling.

 

When we get to the sweet bye and bye.

 

 

I can't tell you quite how,

 

But my dream, the Good Lord willing:

 

To Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

 

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

 

Grab yourself a board,

 

And give it a try.

 

Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

 

This is a photo of sunrise over a landfill.

 

BRIDGE

 

If anyone has read,

 

A Silver Surfer comic,

 

Then you gotta know,

 

From where I come.

 

And why I will not stop.

 

 

The lucky ones who shred,

 

Feel a rush that's atomic.

 

Yeah, a big wave pro,

 

Sets an edge at the bottom,

 

Then swings back up to the top.

 

And so it goes, across a mackerel sky.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

This poet doesn't care,

 

How the prevailing wind blows.

 

And that some call this work "doggeral".

 

 

I issue this dare,

 

To my peers who write in prose,

 

Let's hear your poem about mackerel.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

 

Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.

 

Grab yourself a board,

 

And give it a try.

 

Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.

 

The End

 

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