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