Too well acquainted with somnambulance
Life left behind a paper cutout, light,
Remember that you never had a chance.

Recall harmonics that shone overnight
Spinning grooves delicately given voice
Sounds of beaches “Bro that’s so damn tight”.

Tossed around and on the shore like a toy
boat teased by a promise of treasure down
under the seaweed (what a stupid boy)

All that was found was a broken, horned crown
Ignorant of function, tied to fashion
Tied to the bed, gagged but never bound.

Drowning, grip of slimy, natural hands,
Beats lying under your piano bench, Sam.

(sons)