even in the sordid sense
subcultured anti-picket fence
some picket lines remind me of a densely packed parade
while constellations changing shape
opinions spin like a sufi cape
one whirling dervish swerves into the churning sea

where he meets me snorkel in my mouth
rubber flippers sifting through the sands of a deep south beach

and i'm so inconceivably out of reach
unbelievably, irretrievably committed

the protest put the people first
the people put the people down
a dumb bit of luck for all the trouble just to fuck themselves
so put your finger to my lips
stick your hands into your hips
tell me no, tell me so i can go home to catch a show about

where to find me the words in my mouth
vacationing with tourists through the land of a deep south beach

and i'm so inconceivably out of reach
unbelievably, irretrievably released