Mock-speed tannin-cleave radar-screen blackbitsubscene anchor black water broad chest boastermalt-slur, gon' dance me a gaudy vulgar jig, toe-tapping muddy reeds roots and reeds heat up things work me up a fever. Ballast be damned. Babe Ruth stance crack-whip cast tight-lipped then hook-hit double-bent harpoon-head said raise me a white-headed whale with a wrinkled brow, a crooked jaw sound, and snap this vessel into splinters. We've got holes in hull and sail, we've got no bucket to bail. The road ahead is liquid and we might sink in it.