(dedicated to acjtb . . .)

Race course to elsewhere, parallel to the hustle and bustle . . .
I wish for peace and quiet . . . away from these city-goers . . .

I'd rather go home and sit away from everyone,
Continuing the cultivation of this ten year relationship . . .
The only women who can stand crazy me . . .

Back and forth . . .
Two homes away from home . . . I miss them so . . .
Her perfume, permeating Terrace to Boulevard . . .
Her song and laughter on nights that smile less
And stumble more . . .
My perfect seat for lovemaking beneath the perfect place for hanging . . .
People, memories and planks are missing and I'd follow the signals Back to the beginning . . .

Funny how the pain evaporates years after, ending like summer,
When all the bennys leave and I serenade sea spray.
Her kiss that wets lips and skin . . . schoolboy crush that it is . . .
Because I could never possess her beauty.

I've exhausted the last of my energy, we sleep apart
And she promises not fidelity but she remembers me . . .
I can hear it In the landlocked breeze that suffocates me.