“Antiseptic”

The manifest states “five-day trip,”

so many passengers, already sick.

Gonna get strong antiseptics,

to stop germs from infesting the ship.

Whether starboard, astern, bow, or to port,

a vomitorium vessel, this floating resort.

Gangways and decks, covered in spew.

Life preservers, life boats, even bridge crew.

Bobbing and swaying,

the waves are a throwing.

While green-faced vacationers,

feel the gastric juice flowing.

White knuckles grasp railings,

some vertigo feelings.

There are even some chunks,

on my cabin’s ceiling.

When will this tilt-a-whirl end?

I’m just asking for a friend.

A very special thanks to Evangeline Vickery for suggesting: antiseptic

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a ongoing project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.