You'd think you've been here before,
looking out at sea from the shore,
gripping your green bottle
by the neck.
You've carried a'bubbling in your belly
scary feelings, scalding hot like jelly
sticky, sour, and sweet
over shuffling feet.
You tell yourself to relax
steady your mind to the max
and you sit and ---
let that olden tensor flow.
By the neck
open that green vessel
looking out from sea at shore,
you wonder who will ever keep wanting more and more.
