The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes


Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the water's edge

I clamp a gasmask on my head



On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight


Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops


O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil



White gases steam up from the soil





I squish dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home


I slip back through my ba!@&(t door
Switch off all that I own below

Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night

Electric Moonlight

There will always be a moon

Over Marin