Condition is uncertain and likely to go
I sit like I did; like I mays always
Under capsized boats, discouraged
To know how sunk can be days
Struck under, blown out, to cause busts
I can remember, thanks to the smells
How colors can be, and how to smuggle in breath
To a column or corridor hemmed in with d**h
O my
Our friends all within reach
And the sun highlights the lack in each
With enough money a woman is mine
And I hers, to challenge and throw her over
Over the rail, over a bedpost, out in line
Watched by whatever can spring from her
Ain't it always watched and lined out by it
We can describe it, or shoot it, here we go
Take me for a ride, blindfold it, forget it
I will be back in the smells you know
O my
Our friends all within reach
And the sun highlights the lack in each
With luck, I'll come up near the other
Who mocks me, all gruff and full and ugly:
"A small soul, perhaps, but burning brightly
And guttering on my things like a wave"