3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #288


They found my body on the poopdeck
Of the rusty ship SS Vichy-Quisling-
I drowned in inch deep bilge, but what the heck
Six pirate broadcasters were left whistling.
At local musicians we were bristling
As self appointed yankee middle men,
Our sleeping partners would swing in a sling-
Mr Bureaucrat lubber a yankee den.
I was gripped by these slippery seamen,
Although dead for them I went overboard
And my soul became a flying fish, then
In a raincloud of mermaids I was lord.
Out at sea murder two is a blunder-
I pimp my mermaids in flashes and thunder.


Out at sea murder two is a blunder.
Out at sea murder two is a fault.
Out at sea murder two is a mistake.