swamp chum run.

go to the glistening glen.

remember when?

a bright beach cove

cattle drove.

yeah, he drove.

a twig of tar.

a shattered jar.

broke his back there.

of course,

of course

not a care. amid the ruins of a man

broken in the black sand.

the dogma of a scent,

scentman bent.

over vomit, over friend.

remember when.

dave mcmahon