Fathers wardrobe. 

I picked out a virus called arrogance from

Fathers wardrobe he wore it once he worn it thin

For me to entertain us we chase hoops 

through sand dune street.

It was neither here nor there on a hill or ocean 

the four hands that passed the sign to the 

Beach that lead to the rise.

in suits and boots so grand 

time showered stars and admiring glances

As you slip on pink losing you feeted inch.

Tomes of marble names rise for former 

Lost members.