Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond
across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights
upon the sea， our mother swims backward， Earle Birney
smokes a pipe upon the lookout & pens a line in boots
atomic city below， Aldebaran above
in your eyes Pacific skies take me to paradise please
I want to live
in a little grass shack in Ha-aha-Hawaii
where the hula hula hula goes hucka hucka hucka by
and the hula hula huckity-huckin'
hacka hacka hacka， by
our missing person of the blue mountains
and Liberian freighters， potash proceedings
& queen mattresses at unbelievable prices on the radio
opinions & traffic hell of twilight
continuously heading home
in a dome of judgement and advice， oh caller
with a problem， Dr. Laura says you're slime
and that you are a bum but I say you're some hard part
of the puzzle rigged up by the moon and
feathery evergreen branches
complicated wings full of blue shadows
a foot at least of shimmering ocean each small
notched piece a dark blue mystery.
But who would have the patience？