To the river, out to swim, did the bend, stole the car, put a smoke out on her arm,

called it off, she hit him hard, he feels her up, she put him down,

 in an hour, ire, in the back of someone's cheated, told her she was backyard feeder

Bare-hand catch, cards are marked, lays of land, maps and charts, tables turned, the tank is capped, the dive is down, coastal traps, and they're bombed, and they're masked, wetsuit sags, they point and laugh apart through lips they're sinking ships and seaweed, black as any

Mood is rude, mouths are fish, they spot a few, then she gets sick, the turtles boned and belly up, pollywogs and sailor shot, the loads in hers float to the top, and they sail, somewhere out there on the daylight fading, takes the afternoon elated.

Inside a week, in a space hours, on the floor, Florida orange seamless spits and fire ash, fruit and pork, then fights for cash, sees bonds matured, wages lost, fist of poi, in face of catatonic drunk and blistered sunspot baby back ribs be here

Thin skin diver bustin’ arms. Smoke blow liters sweat charm. Thin skin diving bustin’ arms. bustin’ arms, bustin’ arms