after bday poem

the one who would be sober
says the one who denied the cling
good job.


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lol.

sake. i'm official older now. it's the next day. we wrote
a song tonite. i call it a silly love song but i don't know
i dunno. i dunno. love? what's that ache i can live without.

yeah.


tears at the leaving
even before it dis integrates.


heh. hermitage on my horizon. i feel the insides of ownership
and strange vibrations moving away from pulsar explosions.
the air conditioning magically working against the sound of
sea and the smell of music. i'm giong to erase this because
the blank white is all this needs.don't jinx it? fuck jinxing.
it is what it isn't.

i guess it's ok to take your time.

i need to write a poem about the waves and surfing.
i always was a surfer girl.





















































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on the long shore the waves move in a lateral line
breaking with the current , like cigarettes rolling themselves
i have a skim board. a suit that fits. the water's not too
cold. the sky is grim but the ocean rolls a split leaf
turning yellow. how long till the temp climbs
below your level of tolerance? i dunno but hey
i'm here, now.

we go over the waves, beyond the small breakers
looking for a breather. the riff plays a little gnarly.
randomness snarking into sets of swells that threaten & tease.

i make a comment about the way mother's so sneaky
lure you out then suddenly you're fightin off sharks
and trying to flag down the coast guard helicopter.

this pisses her off. she sends a slam my way and i try
to avoid it but she grabs the board and turns me over
pulls my pants down and smacks my ass. bitch.

after i recover she throws another my way
as series of three with nasty undercurrents.
i struggle to breathe, go under the first
and she slaps me again. get up, a nother one's
on it's way, perfect ride into the shore but no
i want to be out in the water, past the breakers so i
push on, and under. damn. she pushes her tounge
into my nose. i'm panting. third one now,
i ask, so it's surf or die?
she nods yes, i dive again, she
pulls the board up
but i don't let go so i'm underside
one more time eating sand
with my ass.
i made it past though, with the board.
i think it made her feel bad
cuz she let me rest a while
then gave me the sweetest ride on a soft breaker
all the way into shore. all the way in.
they scored it a ten, after i turned the skim
minnowy and heading back out to sea.