A ceiling fan on low

A man below lost on the Solar Woman Coast at the 83, the 83

Meet up with Sun Smith Bay Road

A gold tooth ear turned grey as animals play in the whitlowgrass

I've been watched by this holy sun with the sting and the red eyes from the nighttime stunts

Leave the daylight hours, don’t change course

Pour me a fog cutter

You tell this, honey, to your grandchild eyes

That I had frogs on a string on the porch of the Sapphire building

Eye strings crossed like silvery as he traded jasberry visions for a house still holding

But he’d wake up saying "See the gulls as they slide like worms. Morning, morning"

What's gone now too can rot to folded hands on Smith Bay Road

Favourite hat on his head and a closer shave than when he walked out

Oh my love when he thought he could not go on, he’d look through the door out at the horizon and trick his mind, trick his own mind to see you in my arms