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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Something for the girls back home

Waking up on the bottom of a swimming
pool just in time to take a little siesta
if it wasn’t for the thunder of your eyelashes
fluttering
& the fierce undertow at low tide
stepping off the sunny side of your gondola
onto concrete damaged like Mike Tyson
or me
w/a bloody nose & a greasy blonde
beneath a sky melting like a box of crayons
in the Painted Desert

That’s what made surfing The Cage so tasty
back in the day
The resurgent blue cut with foam
could be your formal invitation to
death by drowning
& it would be just like
dying of thirst in a monsoon
riding in on the shattered chrome drainage
of a single tear