Surfs Up, what’s up wit dat?

by jazzcatalley

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-30 19:11:00

Zero point: wave of emerald arched
ready to crash, like a pink mirror
rearing in its liguid head transparencies
all the possible shades of sea water
rising on its run, peaked with stellar foam

torn from its abode, oceans of sky
astral sunset balconys into infinite refraction
now moved back by unseen hands
forces of nature, open portal letting in the moon

all life comes from that hole
sucking into itself all future light
we are uncovered, reveiled, let it be known
let it be shown in all its rags and riches
all its comet careers across the stage backdrop
patchwork origins without limit, until closure
opening the illustrious words, waging themselves
like the Barber of Sevelle, silly sullen overtures

holding featherd fans in Shape-Sphere
be the sky, be the day demanding all others
to take notice of your glorious moment
before it was all necessary to engage the
rewind button

see horizons along walkways like long slender
fingers, streatching into distances of gone
perspective
see the stars on hollywood boulevards shine
thier
images into still lifes where a child plays
along the shore, chases the sea gulls and the
highways are like great moving lightshows
on the other side of the costal cliffs
Big Sur calls from its majestic breathtaking
wiews, as I am beconed in my beachcomer scene


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