Been having trouble with the head
then the right ball
going in different directions

Drums sound like skeletons
playing drums
down by the harbor

Where a light and gentle breeze
blows through these bones
organized according to the weather

Which is obvious romantic and blurred
as we are between assignments
and must proceed on foot

Racking up fatalities like charisma
on the police channel
by the sea wall at sunset

Holding hands and laughing
a long song like fish caught in a net
in every sound we hear

That would be great
but the words that would say that
have been washed away