Surfing 2000

Dogs roam the streets in packs by the dozens at dawn.
Smoke filled horizon from cities rise still ablaze.
Were you there when the water turned to ooze?
The ocean's a frozen landscape by seaside stores.
Surfers develop boards with compartments-

keep inside.

I'm expecting the sun to sneak out one day soon.
The weatherman promised it could never rain again.
It's nasty on the outside, brutal, hot, and vain.
Water signs do suicide just to kill the time, kill the time.
Surfers fossilize in muck.  Lifeguards wade to their ankles-

second thoughts.


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8-20-12  


8-20-82


Dogs roamed the streets in packs by dozens at dawn.
Smoke filled the horizon from cities still ablaze.
Were you there when the water turned to ooze?
The oceans frozen landscape by seaside stores.
Surfers develop boards with compartments-

keep inside.

I'm expecting the sun to sneak out any day now.
The weatherman promised it could never rain again.
It's nasty on the outside, brutal, hot, and vain.
Water sign do suicide just to kill the time, kill the time.
Surfers fossilize in muck.  Lifeguards wade to their ankles-

second thoughts.


-dp-