The load is unneat, sprawling oddly
J-ing the stern pelicanly.
The oil-skinned brine of votive decay

Head to the spray and nose to the grind

A struggling flame, a mouthful of ache

Pollyanna stuck in a cape
A ballast entwined, tucked out off-site
Pollyanna zipped up tight


Blow, blowing, blowing
Blow, blowing, blowing cave

Who do you want to blow away?
Blow, blowing cave.


Blow, blowing, blowing
Blow, blowing, blowing cave
Who do you want to blow away?

Blow, blowing cave.

Stuck like an arrow


The load is unneat, sprawling oddly
J-ing the stern pelicanly.

The oil-skinned brine of votive decay
Head to the spray and nose to the grind