herspot run the boulevard
head clocks the bay kiss the fog
elbowing the sea

I mean you
this is the last brush no this is the last tub

but with the Mississippi in the foreground
it makes a nice photograph
the clouds loaf I point
arcs off the lip

herspot fattening everything my
mouth plus Creole kiss the steam
zydeco loud naked
if I want to

I mean you
this is the last way no this is the last wall

it takes a real cowgal they were thinking
but this talks quiet
the plane signs the blue I pace
loosely tanned

I mean you
this is the lastkiss no this is the lastkiss