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.


-dp-
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-  

THE SCORE (o)

 2-16-13 11111111111111111111111

Well I've passed by a score,
And I don't want no more,
And you know that it's bringing me down.
After twenty long years
Of crying these tears,
There's nothing new to be found.

Didn't make it in school,
So I feel like a fool,
I just couldn't ever make the grade.
J.C. was a drag
(though I didn't do bad)
But I just started fading away.

Now I feel I've been cursed,
And what's even worse,
Is the demon seed isn't so bad.
This old rinky-dink life,
Seems so full of strife,
That it's just like something I've had.

But I want you to know,
That I'll stay on my toes,
'Till that very last whistle blows.
Even though I don't care,
About this nightmare,
I'll manage just to hang in there.

-dp-
8-9-82 / 2-16-13


00000000000000000
Well I've passed by a score,
And I don't want no more,
And you know that it's bringing me down.
After twenty long years
Of crying those tears,
I don't see a thing to be found.

Didn't make it in school,
So I feel like a fool,
I'm afraid I don't make the grade.
J.C. was a drag
(though I didn't do bad)
But I just started fading away.

Now I feel I've been cursed,
And what's even worse,
That demon seed isn't so bad.
This old rinky-dink life,
Is so full of strife,
That I know that I have been had.

But I want you to know,
That I'll keep on my toes,
'Till that very last whistle blows.
Even though I don't care,
About this nightmare,
I'll keep hanging in there.

-dp-