True story, that I just made up.
I was talking to the cousin of the brother of the mother
of the step-son that pierced Angelina Jolene’s nipple
and He/she/it said that boogie boards will be making
a strong comeback on the planet XYZ and the marketing plan
is in place to utilize the tons of shaving cream scum collected from
the blue planet that will catalyze the foam that will fill the voids
in the walls of the great overseerer-sucker’s walls.
Joy - joy…
I can barely speak,
but I must say what I feel inside.
The crime would be holding for another
thirty to life
if not judged by the true creators tribunal
of forged blades cutting and to the core of the matter.
Who’s holding the handle now?
I did go all wide eyed and bushy tailed and ready to chase technology,
THE technology that Anne Bancroft’s husband said was the future -
PLASTICS, son.
God she was hot
to trot, dive into the pool to cool off. Me so horny.
Salt Creek.
One place where I learned of the calling, the connection.
The beyond of the paddle out and salt water in your mouth.
Group and THE LORD of all that is sacred and holy and good and take-off.
POSITION heart beat inside and out, to be covered and uncovered.
Running barefoot and flinging my very being at that which would
build to meet the desire deep inside my soul…
The waves were DIFFERENT then, the quality, the willingness to serve,
the innocence before the for sale signs pounded down, down,
apocalyptic drumbeat that hurt my heart and never ended,
just became a pad of paper with another pretty face saying that there
is NO TIME like the present to cash in on the REAL
ESTATE boom.
Hobie, genuine authorized “Gerry Lopez” Lightning Bolt, I was so proud.
And I slept near that perfection of blades, and I believed that the magic would
awaken when the sun rolled around for the gadzillamullonius TIME,
but who keeps track anymore?
I did buy a tool mold from the man himself,
god Velzy,
an old diamond tail hollow with that burning soul piercing smile thrown in gratis
for 100 skins and I made my interpretation of the twanger
in the late seventy’s, no less,
but mine was more of a flopper
mostly flex and not enough spring back,
and it was one of those
man did I LEARN A LOT with that
experience… it worked.
In one era and out.
Is this the reset we’ve been waiting for?
Go ahead, make those balsa boards and SELL EM?
Lien on in… and the chicks for free.
What I lost was the HEART,
deep inside Innocence of HAPPY feeling that overcame
that which cannot be overcome anymore.
The same feeling I get when the gas nozzle penetrates my
How bout you?