Found A Reason

I got lost in the surfonic
angel of mercy sounds
(you had to be there)
eyes like cheap wine on windy tincup streetcorners
                              Pacific & Windward
              Venice & Lincoln
                                                Ocean & Wipeout
It took a long time to learn how to swan dive into a
spoonful of rust
                              & Mexican rock & roll kept the sidewalk crooked
all the way to the beach & back
              lifting a pale blue eyelid to the suicide drumroll
carrying a dinged-up waterlogged surfboard
                              past the head shop on Pico
w/bongo windchimes knocking in the late afternoon seabreeze
              buried in the sweet summer smog