i told you

the day we would be obliged

2 leave that town was inevitable

and there was always this thing

roaring down to florida

i’ve done it on a bike and your

guts turn inside out because

it is so fucking hard with florida

let alone without it that and tits

U gotta give them tits used to glow

blinking on and off and exactly

who is going to fuck a sign sideways

and so we left, heading straight to key west

gin and cemetery tonic

every sailor in that fungal graveyard to

rats to rash

goodbyes became ironic