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