Beach Song

Gold on gold on the freeway So we don't forget our names And I saw every light-emitting diode for itself The jackpots were the same Please, oh please, don't get off there Seven-mile front porch, rubber-headed pin Different dunes every time And fish skin White blood cells like 3D renderings in textbooks Stain the wooden soup spoon Carmen Miranda in the mirror angled just right So the colors go forever; the corrugated moon Sits still And the wind is shrill