On the Scattered Street…
Here down on the polar tide,
How the magic is in the now.
The little shops with guns and shoes,
And the saloons showing buzz cuts and bangs.
It can all go mad and melt,
When there’s nothing good to pause onto.
For me, there was tarragon and chervil.
Over cheese, Cheddar cheese.
While looking down, dim down.
And rocking off the seventh floor,
With mermaid videos and knock-off illustrations of Monaco.
I tell you your life isn’t that hard.
Nobody thinks that’s all. All that’s all.