- A Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
All those Liquid love affairs, Blind swimmers Trusting rumps. We wiggled, Imagining water. Wet, where was The One? Nevermind Atlantis And the promise Of moving pictures, A candle lit In the window Of our conscious minds. Those who danced, Pretending to swim Underwater, Did so out Of pure allegiance. Some wore snorkels Made with The waistbands Of funky underwear, Others wet suits With clothes pins Clamped to their noses, Air-tight as Black Power handshakes. Rump-by-rump, The strings attached To our thangs were Reeled into The Deep. Rhythmic as fins, Schools of P signs Flapped and waved Like flags. One nation Under a groove. No one held their breath In the flashlit depth. No one sank.
Works by Thomas Sayers Ellis
• Tambourine Tommy
• Fatal April
• The Market
• A PSYCHOALPHADISCOBETABIOAQUADOLOOP
Thomas Sayers Ellis is studying for the M.F.A. degree in creative writing at Brown University. His work has appeared in a number of periodicals, including Agni, The Kenyon Review, Southern Review, The Harvard Review, and Ploughshares. He is a co-founding member of the Dark Room Writers Collective and co-editor of On the Verge: Emerging Poets and Artists, an anthology.