Work while you can,
his hopeless spirit thrived to him to say
along those treacherous coasts.
Watch the ferries leave
chant off with my livery
off with my liver
I have become obsessed with variable keys
and the wrong things to say to a person.
No anchors. No anchors. No anchors
Sentenced to more
Go forth and dribble resin
neatly across my mouth.
The Black Sea reflex
turns away from bass
cliffs. Go ahead
and touch your
I'll wait for anyone to finish playing, then paddle out