I've got the password
and I'm into the system.

It's precipitating wet stuff
out of the sky,
but I'm warm and
dry in here.

And tiM was blown away
by his wet suit,
the other day at the coast...

And now I'm just listening
to some jazzy kind of music,
playing on the stereo,

as we remember the amazing
turf sculptures
in Civic,
in some abandoned
bank office building,
now reclaimed as art space
for the common man.