Not for sale. Photo: Joao Bracourt
Wave rider lightning bolt do wop on a spit,
Hold her arms down now just breath.
Elegant by birth
How fucking hard is surfing!
All the locations, all the gasoline.
Benedict Arnold with a large sneaker collection
It’s date night somewhere in Kansas.
The jungle is putting her mixtape together
The hawkers on 34th street are selling mittens and ear muffs.
The compound is all lit up,
The doors are all latched down submarine tight,
Somewhere the Beatles are listening
Somewhere it’s mid tide again.
Wave rider malcontent in a rebel pose
Leather jacket board shorts
Hair slicked back – a life in black in white;
Meditations on waves and Spanish barista girls,
Meditations provide tunnels of light without form
Across Mercer Street
Across Columbus Avenue,
Across Santa Theresa
Down the Boulevard St Germain.
While they cue up another Madonna hit
The jockeys are slowly gaining weight.
Extraterrestrial wave riding,
Silver surfer fun time
Dressed casually for a full day out
It’s dripping hot she rests against the sand, all that effort
Sure she might gaze over
Better learn to do all of this better
But Alan Watts said it’s all nothing…
Dirty thoughts in the parking lot
Empty minded in the water.
Playful erections for the Russian girls no longer here.
Splitting cabbages all day long,
The guidebook for enlightenment specifically recommends cabbage.
Fred Nicole is on the cover,
Asia is so far away.
The waves sound bigger this morning
Grajaganland hypothermia, dreams of candied yesterdays.
2.
Mick Jagger is out in the crowd,
Lucille Ball is out in the crowd.
That drummer from Santana is young and cooking pancakes,
The lunatics from Arkham are down at the carwash.
Surf head proper pull your pants down
Pull your pants down
Language is slithering across the bedroom floor
Salt water is holding the front door open.
Barrel fest, slavery, so fucking hard.
Leave a goodbye note on the mirror in orange spray paint
Something nasty so that she remembers.
All the surfboards are going topless today,
The French women with children who proclaim not to fuck.
Bastards and lice
Alcohol tangerine beach cruiser moment,
“Just cruising,” all the topless boys say
Staying out of trouble down at the local five and dime.
3.
There is nothing to purchase here
There is nothing to see.
All the colorful bridges
All the world famous high rises.
Come to the jungle to eat the jungle
Pre-fixed meals
Elastic curtain rod baseball bat nightmares made better;
She rolls around in the snow
The polar bears down by the river bank,
Get on top of that one she looks rich.
Independent record labels
Self-proclaimed billionaire
“Thoughts are things”
We are very very rich now.
Can’t sell anymore ocean
Can’t trade anymore jungle,
The exchanges have gotten wise
The water is all dirty.
Picture this forever
Consider shapes and lengths
Something short and fat to ride everywhere.
Inhaling the globe
Exhaling palm trees
Get undressed and stand right there,
A little more to the left please.
