When I am sitting at my desk and I have feelings It is like I am the lone passenger in a little boat On a sunny windy day. When we are lying down And we have good feelings it is a speedboat skipping Like a stone among the islands I feel we’re in. When we are sitting in bed at five a.m. talking the light On I don’t feel so good I feel like we’re on a ferry For another six hours going back and up and forth And down. At least it’s a boat. When I sit and talk to girls Someplace I feel like I’m in a maritime museum. When we walk together to the pool or park it’s like I’m rowing you across to Banff, and when I Take you in a car to your mother’s house, the Bay of Fundy. At work the coast guard, walking there the merchant Marine, me in my pea coat.
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I tell you I will not make any more raids, The elusive going-elsewhere motherboard An electrical sound marking stretches Afternoon is carving into the wood of us, That's our modern way of saline allegory— To make gods of times of day. I won't Cooperate with this love that steals itself Into a brand name, preferring to abandon Like feathers or a rocket stage the moves Traffic up till now couldn't touch. That's me, That warm breath dying on the neck, The only chain they couldn't save in the fire Everybody but the Buddha called A day at the beach.