Holes To Heaven

The air was more than human the heat was more than hungry the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes the bulls were running wild becuase they're big and mean and sacred the children were playing cricket with no shoes the next morning we woke up with a seven hour drive there we were in stuck in Port Blaire where boats break and children stare there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven disembarking from the port with no mistakes of any sory moving south the engine running smooth officials were quite friendly once we drowned them with our sweet talk and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze the next morning we woke up with the sunrise to the right moving back north to Port Blaire where boats break and children stare there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven yes and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven