even in the sordid sense nnsubcultured anti-picket fence nnsome picket lines remind me of a densely packed parade nnwhile constellations changing shape nnopinions spin like a sufi cape nnone whirling dervish swerves into the churning sea nnnnnnwhere he meets me snorkel in my mouth nnrubber flippers sifting through the sands of a deep south beach nnnnnnand i'm so inconceivably out of reach nnunbelievably, irretrievably committed nnnnnnthe protest put the people first nnthe people put the people down nna dumb bit of luck for all the trouble just to fuck themselves nnso put your finger to my lips nnstick your hands into your hips nntell me no, tell me so i can go home to catch a show about nnnnnnwhere to find me the words in my mouth nnvacationing with tourists through the land of a deep south beach nnnnnnand i'm so inconceivably out of reach nnunbelievably, irretrievably committednnnnnnand i'm so inconceivably out of reach nnunbelievably, irretrievably released nnnnnndeep south beachnndeep south beachnndeep south beachnndeep south beachn