Buy me smoked, wrung out

On the line

Tobacco was made in the dry sun, an accident

I am cooked the same

Basted and blistered

In moonless heat

I am roughly sane

A spoke to B and B to me

We wrote it down

We crossed it out items

A tried some music.

B stared out the window.

My eyes gave out before my ears

So I felt for rumblings

Awful groans and yawns giving way