29 September 2011

Watch the heat roll
across the sand, 
stretch the air 
like blond betty yoga
sun salutation, tan no pants 
hey hey surfer man
bronzed so good 
on the California barbeque,
babelicious booty 
take me for a ride on your wave
and teach me how to stand, 
balance my beach
is stuck to the backs of my legs,
and a rainbow poncho
to warm me up from the clear cold water:
the cloudy morning before
family darlings show up to book
their silly bellies like whales:
we are being watched grey 
from the ramped and covered
lifeguard stands swept of stray sand
blown in the night when no one was watching
or waiting for someone to start to drown,
only slipping under silkily in the night
under the come guzzling breakers
all fornicating felicitously
as forgotten fortune teller palm readings 
on brick Pearl Street in Boulder
followed me thru the mountains, 
through the unforgiving desert
that could bury me shallow 
under the Joshua trees
and walking cacti 
carried by their very roots 
towards any water they can find off a fly 
away to Huntington,
past the nasty L.A. smug-filled lung
hanging like dirt clods,
suffocating the trees to emaciation,
asphyxiation, evisceration, 
liposuction the city 
all nit-gritty: I'd rather have another hit
of sex drugs and dubstep, 
rocknrolla kids for John Lennon 
Nixon made him an enemy of the state 
because visions of peace are scary 
to a nation that prides its history
on violent victories and modern slavery
is a bad trip twisting
that metaphorical knife around
for the thousandth time--
how are we not dead yet? 
like taking an RPG to the head and living
to get with a Romanian chick, I can't wait
to go on leave so I can get high,
everybody just wants to get higher
than the last time, up the dose 
on my anti-depressive, over the counter 
under the dark dawning zombie apocalypse
would solve all of my immediate problems:
get me to the Dick's Sporting Goods,
the one one next to Weiss supermarket
and the Patient First, we got all we need to survive--

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