Now it happens that I drink good rum: br Burning like a fire in a forest emblazed by the sea: br Losing all of my numbers, and the ways to go home: br My good dog licking my face, br And all of the silent prayers erasing the features of her br America: br And then we go home, anyways: we luxuriate in her shadow, br While our dogs bask in the sea: br And I have been thinking about her anyways, even after br The fireworks have all been lighted off, br And the words go home to new mother, talking to themselves br Over milk and scuppernongs: br While then the electronic hallucinations talk and whisper over br Themselves, br Making their own way home after super, precluding the smacking br Lips of the wolves: br And it all has to happen for a little while, anyway, underneath br The overpasses, br Presupposed by the pedestrians, but walked upon them anyways: br It all has to happen as a kite unmanned by its brother: br The rainbow slipped from her mother’s bosom: br The scars on my chest- the way to file at taxes: br The losses into the sea: the losses into the sea, anyways- I go, br Anyways- this is how it happens to me.