Condition is uncertain and likely to go
I sit like I did, like I may always
Under capsized boats, discouraged to know
How sunk can be dazed
Struck under blown out two cars bus
I can remember thanks to the smell
How colors can be and how to smuggle in breath
To a column or a corridor, hemmed in with death
Oh my eyes, 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 or enthrall her over
Over the rail, over a bedpost out at night
Watched by whatever can spring from her
Ain't it always watched and lined out by it?
You can describe it or shoot it, here we go
Take me for a ride, blindfolded, forget it
I will be back in the smells you know
Oh 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 waves