Blue Dolphin Extension

When a flipping bird stings me
And the crescent horn blows to the dead-ended outlet
It's a muddy kind of toss-up, as the bulldozers have always had a way of never knowing
Even though neither do we

It's a good unknowledge on the beach
I don't mind waving and staring at the smiling, rubber dolphin
I could catch him at any time

And with that glow we are a salted shore
And stare at a willow tree, in a ray of beaming glow, as it waits for us with a penciled crossword