i was just a tender chicken in the florida rotisserie my own sweat s basting me thunder storms are chasing me i bit into a lighting bolt my own tongue began to smoke i woke up with an empty mouth watched the watch tick backwards south of the south the csx vibrates the tracks mighty roaring shakes the shacks purple skies and orange moons plants are confident in june the humidity it s thick you can cut it with a knife if you d like to take a breath here honey i m gonna cut you out a slice so i developed gills and i moved into the aquifer fell asleep in wakulla springs woke up down in jupiter than i moved back to the land high into an orange tree was set for life with citrus but my body couldn t take this acidity so i strolled down to miami tried to find myself some friends found myself in south beach and i met some mannequins who smelled of coconuts and coppertone like those smells real well but as far as conversations go i guess that it stopped at the start of the smell it was elvis and sinatra now where s your wallet man i got ya but now if you re poor like me they let poor people like me be they say that north beach is a war zone high rise hotels hollowed out but now we were living large we were stepping out into a thirty dollar beach front motel down south of the south south of the south down in north miami south of the south my and my old lover terry south of the south we were practically married so i jumped my pogo stick all the way to ybor city where they burned up a couple blocks and to me seemed like a pity that was once a cuban district and a center for the arts was now a mall like atmosphere homogonous and insincere they burned it s heart right out down south of the south so i became the snake bird an old swamp turkey and some redneck tried to shoot me tried to make swamp turkey jerky but i evaded all his bullets and i flew into the gulf and i jumped upon a west wind out to a safer heaven out near alcaniz and balin down south south of the south in the town of pensacola riding bikes like we were kids over cobble stones and brick they fenced moonlit bridge there s a sandlot shotgun shack tin roof all rusted out and there s a couch on every front porch flapping screen doors ants on the apple cores pop s boiled peanuts and more down south south of the south south of the south south of opelika south of the south south of tuscaloosa south of the south old alpharetta south of the south south carolina south of the south down south of the south