Seashake Jake

seashake jake headlights blinding screeching yellow eyed owls ran me over I washed up with anchors cut in whiskey drenched promises holy swans humming hymns of sun-god gratitude on ole beach mashing sweet tooth’s hungry bone dry night madame itch invisible escorts me to her scarlet’s pistol packed slo boat ride shadow stained fingers fire blank heart bullets across splattering bug--eye screens funeral strip-tease captains blow the rapture foghorn pools of energy teetering like a nasty wind waltz playing jackrabbit on the wayward buoys passing grotto tombs seashake jake toss that quiff.. get out to that sweet mean drift..again