Someone else’s cabin. Someone else’s boat.
Never was attention that kept the thing afloat.
Could have been amoebas, could have been the beer.
Can’t quite get away with acting like that here.
But there I could play with the forces a bit.
Dance on the mouth of the watery pit.
Laugh in the face of the freshwater sea.
Flirt with the monster that stole you from me.
Climbing where we shouldn’t, making dares in haste.
Who but me would end up running from the waste?
Half in love with drowning. Unafraid of doom.
Twirling in the water singing, ‘pink, pink, pink, pink moon’.
Coming to from resting, baffled by the sound.
Hadn’t much expected you would run the thing aground.
Gave me quite the leg up to bask in your defeat,
Drying off the lake water in someone else’s sheets.
from Box A Gypsy
released December 20, 2015
Written and performed by Morgan Meredith
Drums by Sly Alley
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