the waves are warm the sun is out the sea is full of agents
the car the space between the grains of sand is automating
there is someone here who laughs too hard at everything.

and you say isn't it hard paddling out?
the rattle and the mating crowds are out here for the
weekend. we had to take our clothes before the sun was gone

completely. i used to lie and think in clouds deciding which
were queens and which were doves and lines i throw myself
are thin are shower curtain-thin.

there is someone here who laughs too hard at everything.
and you say isn't it hard paddling out?