time for pemba to go bye-byes,
he threw himself a sendoff in robin's yard,
moosehead keg, lighter fluid, and briquettes.
sun complied, it was all green grass & smiles.
i drank with an unquenchable thirst, ended up
by a bonfire along the canal, barely able to stand,
i reclined with eyes closed, electric bass with smokey
amp dangling across my chest. i'd been there before.
as soon as i could walk, i did, dreamed my way up
the hill for another night's fucked up sleep.