Santa Barbara

Pour on the rum on the wound

And send kisses through a postcard

The winter has come

Straight to the bones

Wile you're still rubbing your eyes

Let the wax dry on the pulps

Prayers are becoming courses

Salt-away heart/cuttlebone knife

...nobody loves as i love you tonight!

Far away from here

Where the sky is getting clear

The blueberries float

In the outdoor washtubs

And my hampered fingers

As a compass without a needle

It will never end

Looking for your hands

Far-from-here-so-far-away

Far-from-you-far-far-away

Over the foam of the waves

The tail of the whale

Over and over

And more far away!