From the clear crystal breath and blue grey ghosts of Fort Chip
to the missing of my lover and good shit from liz’s brother.
cult saleswomen in Nelson and caves of the east coast
to treading water in waves of washington politicians
who preach shark hunting in cages for non swimmers.
lost with liz and lorena in beef country frickin back focus, back flip i never did.
fish and chips and THE SWAN from heavenly fable
set the table with greasy spoonfed practical interview squabble
Price my main man was gettin wet in the boots
and goin Cousteau on my ass and black and white were the fruits.
Shoot the deer!
Chopin’s nocturnes and U turns were a blessing.
messy left turns at dead ends and Quinn to set it all straight
stop on the shoulder and put the visor down
drowned poles made lorena laugh and hoping for misty waterholes
came with a sci-fi soundtrack
bomb the tarsands and loot the place
black gold is the robber and Maude is the mace.