Neptune’s Next

Full of Summer, cracking shrimps
Dents in boards, head, babes, and cars
Wonder where the Summer went
To wave, sun, sea, girls, friends, and bars
Only as the sun did set, while we all sat outside the net
What’s her name? Guess I forget
But she looks nice and sandy wet
In a towel and bathing suit, waiting in the line for food
Wonder if it would be rude to ask her how her digits do
Sun still slanted, sunset blur
Get back on my little BRRRR
Where’s lil’ MMMM? I don’t know wherе
But I gotta give some strokes to hеr
She’s fast and mean and nasty, too
She’ll beat your boy up, something rude
Pop your girlfriend like balloons
Tear arms off men like mad baboons
She’ll crawl on top of any tune
And send that verse straight through the roof
A dead song on a witch’s broom
So you see it against the moon
The haunted clip like Omen II
She’ll make you crawl around the room
Scary good like Carter II
So dark and sweet like devil’s food
The ladies in their suits out in the sun to stay a while and look at everyone
This one is dark, that one is pale and new
And changes in the sun like ladies do
And when she shifts her weight, it’s so surprising
To watch her body change and barely move
By and by her laughter’s hypnotizing
Too far away to hear but still so true
I stand up from my spot and start to wonder if she will notice me
If I should move, I walk as though I think she is watching
But never turn to see if that is true
The mystery of her eye weight upon me
I try to play as cool as I can do
“Don’t trip,” I tell myself
Then daylight dawned me
This late, the day moves on, and soon the wind starts blowing
The heat escaping as the sand gets cool
The oldest salt you say, why not today?
Ever since I broke and winced, it won't go away
The oldest salt you think, why not tonight?
Everything will stay the same–not really
But this song's so silly like a candy cellphone
In the mouth of a Philly with a leprechaun rider, a full pint of cider, and a new Zippo lighter
With a green bag of spider, white widow
OK, let's say the oldest salt came through the other day
He played, he stayed, he ate, but he refused to pay, “No way!”
I swear, he said that here owed him a meal
He feels ripped off, and that the law won't leave his heels
He deals daily with fuzz and tries to catch his buzz
B.T.W. he could use an ice-cold bud
Numbers depend on the size of the trip
Sense of your soul
Into the history of your people
Thinking too hard about a problem and only confuse you further
Give in, you'll proudly haunt the background
A scene that you created
You're looking for a spark of brilliance while you struggle
In the trenches trying to get what you need in life
Bridge, distance yourself from the issue
You’ll bustle and sweat, running at a decent rate
A smooth, pleasant voyage, I do wish you
You're really in the zone now
I hope you're feeling great
Oh the fair at night
By ninny women's light
Young bouquets of flowerettes
The boulevard so bright! Oh!
The town at sunset with hotel windows glowing into the night
Wild, jaw, tail, and hair, horns, head, goat, face
Mirror watches, reflects with all its might
Now I see him laughing, and now I’ve lost my sight
And what tomorrow brings; its mouth is rotten; down, its stairs have fallen;
Also, her rope is molded brown
The sea-maid of the oceans and hair is braided long
A dead man's chest is open as the soft teeth bring song
Unveil the evening shadow beneath the canopy
The creepies in the hollow, made shiver you and me
And carved up faces glowing and smashed
To some degree conceling what we're knowing
Why trick and how to treat
Our coat was badly matted
We lost it all out there
High and wide and blazing
And nightly in the blur
Some fur has since gone missing for wind and rain to 'pon one creatures
Looking healthy the other's growing gaunt
Maybe later in this mask
This expression frozen, gaping
Caping, soaring, face of earth
Maybe later I will ask
In the dust of all the stars so bright
In her milky way tonight I will
In a sunbow bent with time
The secret helps to shine
On the horizon, a single light:
The sun of orange glowing bright into beyond it all
Believe they took make a call
The only face of the morning
Arcing in the fall of the well of dust incurs to curve
Along the edge and rim
The worst has passed
It seems the blank luck streak
Will last only in it's own way
Every part of us alive and waving, flagging
Waving, flagging, wind, waving
Carving, carving as the wind that shapes the rocks
A softening blanket, concentration
Mask at hand (why can't you outthink him?)
A music raft, a wharfing band, walking on the water's face
Only in the mist, only in the cascading water
Cascade of air
Who dares?
Only the wake of water in the night
And no one in sight
O.K. not O.K
Night and day
Morning fall away
Fog bank grey