Princess Andy
I used to know a fisherman
who loved to hunt the sea for sharks,
he gut them with a crooked grin and
shake their entails out into the foaming sea
and came to pa** a angry turn of fate
a shark capsized his trolling boat
the fisherman was tossed out with his bait
and felt those dagger teeth sink into his skull
the wounds released his blood into the sea
and to he float along with it
the fisher man drew his knife out of his sleeve
and cut the lip line separating tooth from gum
he rode the vicious copse back to the port
a crown of shark teeth on his head
the long shore men in fear and awe
they called him Devil, called him God, they called him:
Princess Andy
With a knife at his finger tips
Princess Andy
he’ll cup a smile on your lips
I met him in a bar that night
And he was sodden as a fish
he offered me a sip of squid and gin
he said:
“let’s celebrate the devil wants us all to live”
and we’ve been we’ve been though the empty avenues
as of our tenets, bolt the doors, and I bade farewell
cause I was leaving for the noon, he said Poseidon plays the fates I bet well see each other soon
I walked the trolley tracks back to my room
of fog creeping in like a barge
I watches the canal waters stretching out the moon
Curling in reflecting
Like the friendly Disposition of:
Princess Andy
With a knife at his finger tips
Princess Andy
he’ll cup a smile on your lips
A cataracts on and ravens on the sails as we pulled anchors from the docks
by afternoon the sky was spewing hail
the captain we right over board upended by the gale
I head the main mast grown before it tipped
sails a kimble as it
fell it drove the
into the belly of the ship
Waves swarmed us like hyenas
Scrapping for a carca**
and I woke floating as the first moon beam
fell onto Andy’s silver smile
his face grew dim
as the blade slipped from his teeth
he grabbed my outstretched hand
ohhhhhh
Princess Andy
With a knife at his finger tips
Princess Andy
he’ll cup a smile on your lips
A body floats and the water strange
and pink the sharks are angling for a meal
Andy’s there stroking all their fins
one, two, three, four
Princess Andy
With a knife at his finger tips
Princess Andy
he’ll cup a smile on your
Princess Andy
With a knife at his finger tips
Princess Andy
he’ll cup a smile on your lips