Sand and foamdonovanthe sun was going down behind a tattoo treeand the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in theseaand all because of the phosphorus there in quantityas i dug you digging me in mexicothere in the valley of scorpio beneath the cross of jadesmoking on a seashell pipe the gypsies had madewe sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing winethat crystal-thought time in mexicositting in a chair of bamboo sipping grenadinestraining my eyes for a surfacing submarinekingdoms of ants walk across my feeti'm a-shaking in my seat in mexicograsshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle nightmicroscopic circles in the fluid of my sightwatching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lampvalentino vamp in mexicothe sun was going down behind a tattoo treeand the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in theseaand all because of the phosphorus there in quantityas i dug you digging me in mexicotranscribed by stephen sandersteve_sander@cacdsp.com------------------------------------stephen sanderkms@inet.net----------------------------------