get Swimming and forget the trunks

A tide from a tongue,
yet we paddle
never swim
towards the end of sentences never said because the subject’s always so thin,
neither of us studious enough to keep up with each other’s own trains of thought,
Jesus Garcia shovelling coal onto both
saving us from ourselves.
Humane way to go there, Dude,
but thats not cool cos you didn’t ask first,
hand down,
pride for not wanting help.
And we learnt he died in a display of fireworks,
40 planned minutes down to a sketch of 30 seconds
and one obvious bang,
a lurk that rang among the chimneys for the following weeks to come,
a glum Guy Fawkes igniting mad into max,
a coked up Ravi Shankar playing sitar quicker than your mum can beat you at Singstar,
secret rehearsals when you were at school.
Stop learning and start reading,
the spool they're spinning is only part of the question,
tide from a tongue:
get swimming.