Jack Johnson

F-Stop Blues
Hermit crabs and cowry shells crush beneath his feet as he comes towards
you,
he's waving a shoe
Lift him up to see what you can see, as he begins his focusing,
he’s aiming at you.
And now he has, gutterways for memories and closeups of anything
that he has seen or even dreamed, and now he’s finished focusing.
He’s imagining lightening striking, sea sickness away from here.
Look who’s laughing now that you’vewasted,
how many years and you’ve barely even tasted,