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Something Slides over the Water Sestina Variation

Jenene Ravesloot

Something slides over the water
like the sigh of the depressed man.
Don’t you wish you had the energy
to kill yourself? But this is L.A.
Find your sunglasses. Turn over.
Feel the sun on your back, almost
hear the smog slowly lifting.

Almost hear the smog slowly lifting.
Listen. Something slides over the water.
Turn over, feel the sun on your back.
Everything is like the sigh of the
depressed man. You are in L.A. Find
your sunglasses. You don’t have the
energy to kill yourself.

You don’t you have the energy to kill
yourself. You can almost hear the smog
slowly lifting in L.A. Find your sunglasses.
Something slides over the water like the sigh
of the depressed man. Turn over. Feel the sun
on your back.

Turn over. Feel the sun on your back.
You don’t have the energy to kill yourself.
A breeze sighs like the depressed man.
You can almost hear the smog lifting,
hear something slide over the water.
This is L.A. Where are your sunglasses?

This is L.A. Find your sunglasses, man.
Turn over, feel the sun on your back,
feel something slide over the water.
If only you had the energy to kill yourself
while the smog is slowly lifting. Everything
is like the sigh of the depressed man.

Everything is like the sigh of the depressed man.
This is L.A. You’ll need your sunglasses.
Can’t you almost hear the smog slowly lifting?
Turn over. Feel the sun on your back. You don’t
have the energy to kill yourself as something slides
over the water.

You wish you could kill yourself. But you can’t. Smog
is slowly lifting and something is sliding over the water.
Turn over, feel the sun on your back. Sigh. Get another
pair of sunglasses. You’ll need them. This is L.A., man.

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