where were your thoughts
when the waves pulled you down?
i'm sitting on these seaweed rocks
feeling damp inside and out
the sun behind the cliff tops
is still shining out to sea
they're pulling up creels
and feeding the gulls
that are floating so high
compared to their catch of the day.
further out must be denmark
what a pity
i'd have preferred exotic islands, pirate bones
and clear blue waters
white-toothed natives eating missionaries
anything but this beautiful view
and the lonliest thought that there's no more like you.
where were your thoughts when the waves pulled you down
i'm feeling damp inside and out.
