Or is it?
I stepped onto the rail, waiting for when they opened the gate.
He came over and said I had to come down.
I asked why and he said it's the citation.
I asked what the difference was between the law and a citation.
I replied: One you forget to remember, the other you regard as a half-forgotten relative.
I got in beside him. Quiet, moody he was.
He drove onto the pier and straight to what seemed like the ferry.
I became excited. "Are we going on the ferry?"
He said, "Well, we'll see, won't we?"
Sharp inhale of breathe as he looked over to me, saying that.
He parked, got out and rounded a corner.
I followed but stepped onto his heels as he quickly returned.
He seemed taken aback by something and nearly ran me over.
I half fell onto a concrete beam against the building and in his momentum, he toppled over me, leaned into me.
He quickly righted himself, I smiled.
Back in the vehicle, I said: " You don't appear to know what it is you want."
Response: "Maybe."
(Blue Bird)
The law came down hard. The cop knew 3 minutes remained before the ferry left.
They scoured the waiting rooms but Bobby was outside, checking the vehicle and I was sitting. not too far off.
The cop looked at him, thought he looked familiar but moved on.
They got word of a yellow cab waiting for someone.
A couple.
They fled on foot to see the cab pull away. Hot pursuit.
Meanwhile, there we were, actually lying down quietly on a lawn nearby, concealed.
Bobby and me.
Why Bobby with a rucksack full of talent, ready for the worst, crow road.
And me, in a daze, ruddy for reload.
Who's who?
I thought I saw in my swim to coast, a gigantic body pass me by.
The eye of God opened and in my surprise, my heart stacked up.
Pearls danced round me, a fizzy cloud and the eye closed.
I had that chance to climb off mortal mess but declined.
He was still there. A darn hot cuppa!
The runaway genius with visions in his head and pains on the side.
Could never stay.
Broke my heart, a thousand grains.
