Theme from Endless Summer

Why not just go w/yr own
inherent bullshit
& see where that takes you

None of the spinal jobs
down at the pier will ever
notice you being so
defined

The wind backs down the
tide picks up & we’re no different

A simple gesture
                              unconsciously
              my hand slipping under her blouse, say
or my heart turning to glass against the
abalone twilight

shattered into a million pieces

all of which I
have to name