beachfront hotel, twenty dollars a night

nineteen seventy-two, sun yellow and bright


too exhausted to think or to talk

young boys from bangledesh breakdancing on the sidewalk

and the waves will tear them all to pieces

the waves will tear them all to pieces.



twinkling waterford crystal in the banquet hall

childlike religious paintings lining the wall

i will try to gather my strength

and i will rest up all week

all i can say to them now

when i open my mouth to speak

is that the waves will tear us all to pieces

the waves will tear us all to pieces.

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