Arguing With The Ghost Of Peter Laughner About His Coney Island Baby Review
Just imagine a time and place
Sentient objects adrift in space
Trying to do the needful math
Trying to find the secret path
Seas gone silent in the spiral shell
When you fell
Blazing torches to light the way
All fuel burned right up in just one day
Will there be another way?
That won't be for you to say
You who took with you the ancient spell
When you fell
Hurt too hard too long and die too young
Silver dollar glistening on your tongue
May your passage be assured
There may your foul afflictions all be cured
Systems closing down on several fronts
You will always have been here once
Cap the west's final wildcat well
When you fell
