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from the hectic rush,
truant to the truth
captivated by simple pleasures
color me beach blond
paint me surf side aqua,
collect my tears in long neck bottles
before wind and sand blind me........
to all your taunts and threats
find my bones above high tide
never wonder why,
I chose solitude
above the undertow of modern man
my lack of particapation.....
in a game already lost
and another wonderful pen from my favorite poet...must be the beach and the beer...ah...tune in drop out...old hippies never die...luv it ..Sand.../blue
and every single poem you eeek out of your proximity to the ocean. Good work, spike, enjoyed it more than a full moon on myrtle when the tide is high:)
xoxox
Who doesn't want out now and then?
"color me beach blond
paint me surf side aqua"
Can't say why exactly, but those lines shine.
The solitude of dry land
Over the turbulence of
Ocean storms of
Emotional involvement.