the Benz fans are turned up high land pans before your eyes flashback to father's suntanned thighs hopped on in driver's seat up front with dangling feet chest belt his muscled arm around and the sun goes down the lake wakes a hard blue sky waves break and Sam says 'hi' flashback to Super Snorkel Spy young blonde with fishing net strong, fond his back half wet splash track and underwater sound and the sun goes down please stop the thinking and the torture you can really only take so much things do look better in the morning without any grudge the twins bathe at 10 a.m. grins taped on Sony cam flashback to mother's glaring lamp dives, swift into the roar wives drift shift, save on shore jam-packed the night that Natty drowns please stop the thinking and the torture you can really only take so much things do look better in the morning without any grudge would you stop this futile thinking would you stop these figments now