Loc: 45th
Street
Time:
0830-0945
Crew: Solo
Conditions:
2-3 FT, walled.
Sitting
here blogging, recalling
What I
hardly can
The issue
is
Insignificance
In the
lineup, I’m thinking . . .
If Don
Kadowaki is here, then
It must be
that bad
At least
At his
local spot
Just down
the road
Where
He rules.
Dentist
appointment at ten
Got
here at eight
Don’t
be late
My
session is cut short
To
An
hour and a half.
Walls
. . .
When’s
the last time I had myself a peak?
Back
in the day it seemed easy as buying a peach
Shaped
like an ass
But
this onshore wind
Takes
off the glass
I made up
those last two lines
In fact
The
conditions are decent
Sunny
Slightly offshore
But really
Really
REALLY
WHERE ARE
THE PEAKS?
My
wave of the day
A
left
Like
an acquaintance
Friendly
enough but not a friend
Looked
like it had a shoulder
However
. . .
The
training value was there
Fast,
standing up
Pop
up
Bottom
turn
Point
nose down the line
Lip
throwing over
Pull
in
I
make it in time
To
. . .
Get clamped
inside
But
It felt
good
My
timing was on
I
pumped
Tried
to fit
I
did
At
least
For That
Second.
I make it to the dentist in time. I tell
her to excuse the sunblock on my face because I just came from the beach
“Oh, you surf?” she says.
“Yeah.”
“Oh my, that water must be so cold.”
“It is.”
writing in prose? or just feeling like robert frost for the day?
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Loving my poetry class this semester. It's so nice to dip my hands into something else besides prose: short story, novel, etc. Condensed material, but poetry is not really my thing, just fun to play with it. I like using enjambment, taking advantage of the line breaks. This is also useful for older sessions I can't remember. Just moments and thoughts at that moment. For the first time in years, I haven't been this stoked to write. In fact I have a poem without you, it's called "The Dick that Rocks the Pussy."
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