Oceanbound 10.10.08

Oh, but you're the prettiest thing on two legs
High art volcanos in your birthshine
But don't forget my clever patchsilk ways
It will take seventeen of you to prime
Just taste the chance
Replace the west
And reproach the guiltless
This golden tarp is going to fall around your ears

Oh, but figure-eighting isn't quite as skinny
Can't win the inning with both thumbs
Tied behind my back, I conjure it fitting
Both batteries choleric-half-dead
Just taste the chance
Replace the west
And reproach the ill-less
This francophobe will cement your feet— oceanbound

The water is wide
As a basket or ribcage
The plains are telluric
And morbidly clean. . . .

Just taste the chance
Replace the west
And reproach the guiltless
This golden tarp is going to fall around your ears
Just taste the chance
Replace the west
And reproach the ill-less
This francophobe will cement your feet— oceanbound

It's not just dependence
It's transcendence
Morbid-fornication