After laughter

ribbing over The Golden Rivet

and who was Blossom giving it to tonight?

A sudden screech

and thirty sunbrowned arms

shielding Pale Northern Eyes

from the burning sun.

And sommat's comin'

Sommat's comin'

kicking the fanny over

sluice with soapy bubble of

rum and oil and water.

And man the fuckin' gun Tom.

Man the fuckin' gun.

but Roy, sliding stupid

On the rinse, feet dancing

knocked his face off the post

and slid, slipped over

Slipped under

off into the.

 

Clear blue sky.

The shielding arms come down

they plant their 58 feet.

Dum dum

and look and wonder.