Foolish young girl, in way over her head.
Brazen and cute from her toes to head,
feeling control over all that she met.
Slow down cowboy
What’s happening to the nation
is it becoming
Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did,
the echo of passion resounds in my head.
The room is now empty silent and still,
will the images fade and leave nothing to tell.
20 years ago this night,
far south of Flemish Cap,
the night relayed a prophecy,
‘tis an obsession, for the guys and girls of boards
contesting with the sea.
As breakers wail
On a balcony across from the Laundromat,
I watch the daylight decompose.
Hookers look 'en for a little cash,
One brutal sob hangs another.
‘A three to one death ratio
in the dusky dimness
Ask me not why I dwelled
on the smoky mountain;
and now live once again by the sea.