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Sunday, February 1, 2015

(Je Suis) Charlie Don’t Surf

I swallowed some seaweed laced with
30-weight oil then
pulled out my guitar & sang Allah Be Good
launching into a prowling mambo
like Chuck Berry on Mexican radio

I got religion somewhere between the
second chorus & the freak-out section
but I gave it away to someone who needed it

I was still dancing when they took me home
Bonnie Moronie, Be-Bop-A-Lula, Twist & Shout

I said we have to spill a little something here
in honor of the dead

You handed me a can of Diet Dr. Pepper

You were wearing a t-shirt that resembled the
Pacific Coast Highway
awash in sunlight & doom
& I was replacing riptide intervals of shattered glass
w/the silver-green ripple sound 
of eucalyptus