Island-Long Dirt Dealership

Sand and lakes
A dealership. Dirt superstore. The filaments
Tell all the men they won this round
They’re on
Until it’s gone. Done. Ever-over
Gonna find out
Where they let it enter
Island-long
Until the land runs
Into the ocean
Gonna slip off
Gonna mend our sails forever
Everybody comes to their owning
And fail to pay their end off and pay the rent
Everybody comes to their own
Himself alone
Herself alone
Themselves alone
Until the rain soaks
Through our computers
Warped in the fabric
And erased our songs
Until it snows and
Melts into the culverts
Gonna find out if we
Get to spend this eon
Together