if our raincoats were any indication it was a wet one like beach at fullers home my visions of suzanna drinking missiles my visions of the past i leave alone i block your memory like my youthfulness but even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess (break) before i left i kissed your check and wept i've never hated to hate to love just like this my shirt its reds and blue they stain my skin i told the two i love that i'd be back again if puddles and the scraps of cloth return... i'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn congratulations, to your ghost.