Bristle

There's a Rapa Nui racketeer

Whose cash in Zürich doubled

Overnight and he is standing in

The doorway smoking something

Now in blue and pinkish light

He throws his chin over his shoulder

One more time to see his baggy baby

And his baggy wife and he is happy

He is happy with his money and

Sleep soon will I

Who stayed up while you cried

Who may have been the one

To bring the water to your eyes

I cannot know

I can not know

I can ought know

But choose not to

Consider

Hurtful words

Either way

Felt good to deliver

Don't you wish that you were in the center of the sea

Under the tongue of something awfully big and gathering up

The steam to make a picture perfect thunderous and otherwordly breach?

When the sun again rises

He'll stumble to the beach