Len Gurts at a Boat Party in Ibiza

The song thought of a memory but would dare not write it—why bother?
Yesterday. Troubles.
This is how I sit at my best, thinking
perhaps, loosely involved with the relationship.
Now I sound like all kinds of targets. I won’t say it!

I love these! I love these! Do it! Be it!

Far too long in supermarkets, but that is too

far gone. Nostalgia is not a means to plaster.
I have been on this boat
for too much of the trip
to invite you back to the party.
Tomorrow. The same bubbles.

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