Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond

    across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights

    upon the sea， our mother swims backward， Earle Birney

    smokes a pipe upon the lookout¹ & pens a line in boots

    atomic city below， Aldebaran above

    in your eyes Pacific skies take me to paradise please

    I want to live

    in a little grass shack  in Ha-aha-Hawaii

    where the hula hula hula goes hucka hucka hucka by

    and the hula hula huckity-huckin'

    hacka hacka hacka， by

    our missing person of the blue mountains

    and Liberian freighters， potash proceedings²

    & queen mattresses³ at unbelievable prices on the radio

    opinions & traffic hell of twilight⁴

    continuously heading home

    in a dome⁵ of judgement and advice， oh caller

    with a problem， Dr. Laura says you're slime

    and that you are a bum⁶ but I say you're some hard part

    of the puzzle rigged up by the moon and

    feathery evergreen⁷ branches

    complicated wings full of blue shadows

    a foot at least of shimmering⁸ ocean each small

    notched⁹ piece a dark blue mystery.

    But who would have the patience？