Totidem Verbis

unlined paintings and a matchless fire
curious suit sipping and kicking a tire
i want wind to sweep and carry that car away
i want his jeans to squeeze the life from his sway

high tide for the brains of the snowbirds and stone busts
high time for the yes men and paranoids to combust
fail if you must, you will never come back
fail if you must, you will never come back

inkscape and quillhills of a stoke river
leads versemen and dipboys to scatter their clothes
if we don’t get to her tonight
she will end up in hell for sure

monger monger whiffs and tails
sail tomorrow for peace and trails
lantern moon and radio whore
chair of wicker and strings of lore

high tide for washing the black sand
high tales and low frequencies
fail if you must, you will never turn black
fail if you must, you will always come back

high tide of god and his penchant
high trees and moths of the sea
fail if you trust that you’ll tend to the back
fail if you must, she can grow what she lacks