The Sun Highlights The Lack In Each

Condition is uncertain and likely to go
 I sit like I did, like I may always
 Under capsized boats, discouraged
 To know how sunk can be days
 Struck under, blown out, to cause busts
 I can remember, thanks to the smells
 How colours can be, and how to smuggle in breath
 To a column or a corridor hemmed in with death
 O my
 Our friends all within reach
 And the sun highlights the lack in each
 With enough money a woman is mine
 And I hers, to challenge and throw her over
 Over the rail, over a bedpost, out in line
 Watched by whatever can spring from her
 Ain't it always watched and lined out by it
 You can't describe it or shoot it, here we go
 Take me for a ride, blindfold it, forget it
 I will be be back in the smells you know
 O my
 Our friends all within reach
 And the sun highlights the lack in each
 With luck, I'll come up near the other
 Who mocks me, all gruff and full and ugly
 A small soul, perhaps, but burning brightly
 And guttering on my things like a wave