Flashback .. Fast Forward

If I Wouldn't Agree To Stop Seeing Alline

nights i'd hear strange goings on

never knew what was happening

muffled noises .. sometimes screams

would echo .. merging with high tides

I stayed locked up in my car .. quiet

pistol in my hand while i'd fall asleep

fast forward .. sixteen years

i'm home .. listening to the news

twenty six male bodies discovered

buried in deep sand along the coast

where i'd slept in my car for awhile that year

flashback .. i'm strolling along the coast

I meet a cool hippie and his wife

they've constructed a rare work of art

a driftwood house held together by chickenwire

it was amazing just to view .. awesome it was

I felt compelled to ask them

what they'd do with it once they'd leave

they related they'd dismantle .. roll it up

take it with them .. summer art project

show and tell at school .. they're teachers

meanwhile I continue walking along the coastline

spend all day alone .. at the end of a distant pier

sun begin setting .. i'd walk back to my car

gather with a crowd of onlookers

it had become a daily habit .. a ritual

we'd observe sharks .. schools of them

later I discovered they were on the news

that's just how many sharks there were

brushing my teeth .. washing my face

bathing ankle deep in saltwater was no party

yet I managed to make it through it all somehow

flashback .. night after i'd moved out of the commune

I was standing beside my saltwater damaged car

near the gulf's edge there was a bonfire

heading over to join the crowd of freaks

I was confronted by a few of winnie's ex-cons

they'd found out I was living on high island beach

I recognized the largest junkie thug

donald .. he'd shotgun pellets in his face

from a time he was almost blown away

two other ex-cons .. I knew not their names

donald related they'd come to kill me

if I wouldn't agree to stop seeing alline

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