Harry Adams - Pincher Martin

A vessel corpse
A submarine
Someday I'll surface out among the coral reefs
Waterlogged
Limp and green
Pincher Martin kicks his boots off to the sea

Sonoran sand
Mojave dreams
A cowboy drunkenly collapses to his knees
And he prays
Quietly
Bleeding out among the sage and tumbleweed

A viper coiled
Her thermal gaze
She flicks her tongue and paints a picture of the taste
Infrared
Oil paint
A buzzard draws a circles 'round the grave

A beacon warns
A lighthouse glows
Will I be there standing on the coast?
Weather worn
Shipwrecked ghosts
Am I the man of whom my mother boasts

Written by:
Harry Adams

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