short poem (written while John Vanderslice plays on the stereo)

No one, keep together, life is breezy
what happens when you save harmonica boy
out in the desert where no on is supposed to be

Keep together, life is breezy, no one
so they don't smell just one of us on this ship
because intimidation is lock inches from key

Life is breezy, no one, keep together
the bike is upside down snagged to your shoelace
when you land on your back it hits you in the face.