Lakers
Lakers
Lakers
Swim into the rosy water.
Music seems so solar
That the moon can laugh at you.
Seas eat our heartless tommorows 
And these and those.
You know it’s not  looking funny…

Air one.
Oh, how many mops on my nose
They are gracious…
They are gracious…

It’s a slim gap
‘No more’ said my mouth to our sweet hour.
In this sheltering you can hear the bells,
Listening to no one.