soap of the interior
Jun. 14th, 2019 05:28 pmO soap of the interior, wash the memory from my sails
Dust them with salt against the wind's insufferable wails
For soap a multitude of caesars in their salad boats
For soap I'll sing a seranade to anything that floats
Poor Andy and poor Ems each in their moments soft and soapish
Their skies where no birds gallavant and every surge is hopeless
Poor Sally and poor everyone, a bark worse than the bite
Of memory that flies from me like sails of distant white
Dust them with salt against the wind's insufferable wails
For soap a multitude of caesars in their salad boats
For soap I'll sing a seranade to anything that floats
Poor Andy and poor Ems each in their moments soft and soapish
Their skies where no birds gallavant and every surge is hopeless
Poor Sally and poor everyone, a bark worse than the bite
Of memory that flies from me like sails of distant white