Good luck with that
Every surface
Will want a scratch
When the water turns
Coldest and black
Don’t drop the paddle
Or fall off the raft
‘Cause you’re that someone
Let me pass
Bright yellow viper
You piece of trash
Just a coil of
Rope in the grass
I threw a stone, struck you
Square on the back
Looked around and laughed
Severed slow
Why the jacket?
It isn’t cold
Clearly you are who
I imitate
Simple gestures
To all other shapes
That I enjoy
I understand
Watching shadows
No other plans
Just give me light
And somewhere two can stand
Boy, you have got some nerve
To make more demands
I’ll do what I can
