Standard (EADGBE)

– 000230

– 002033

A long sunset

over concrete Miami Beach.

The humid blanket,

then neon signs in the street.

Lost lovers line the sand

for a finish or a start.

The swollen red moon rises as

they peek from crustacean hearts

These kisses in our ecosystem,

Sent in bottles riding the sea,

I feel ‘em when you send ‘em out,

Even when they don’t reach me.

Diplomatic gentlemen

learning Italian from cassette, they

only pause to speak English

while the women are under the waves.

The night tide comes in,

makes sandy, electronics.

The men splash to briefs

and the neon short circuits…

These embraces in our system,

Radar in the deep green sea,

I feel ‘em when you send ‘em out,

Even if they don’t reach me.

Sending letters ‘cross the ocean it’s just too easy

I’ll send you these songs handwritten I don’t mind the delay

These kisses in our ecosystem,

Sent in bottles riding the sea,

I feel ‘em when you send ‘em out,

Even when they don’t reach me.

These embraces in our system,

Radar in the deep green sea,

I feel ‘em when you send ‘em out,

Even if they don’t reach me.