What Shall We Do With a Drunken Surfer

She bops down to the beach to dance
in the sand by the water the seaweed
brittle and he trips aback and nearly falls
like the drunken sailor in the shanty
“Ho! No! Thar she blows!”

She desires to dance politely
he wants to throw the bottle
into the waves they bouncing
round two junks in the vessel
carried away in a rash riptide

With a message for the great white
whale they glide over the stonefish
ease through a fluther of box jellies
the moon full but the night not fair
the music stops the beach empties

He awakes in the bottle rolling in the ripples
with her sound asleep soft nipples
in the warm sand above the water line
calm and sober like the walrus
angel watching over you

What shall we do with a drunken surfer
who dreams full of fishes seaweed wrack
brack Saltwort Ale and other foolishness
who never caught a fish nor wave enough
to feed his wife out combing the beach

Summer Notes: 2 – Fireworks

“Raise high” red & orange sun umbrellas
blow out the blue balloon ballroom
ceiling for the doff dance

“Pick up order here!
…olives, pepperochini!
pale ale from Hop House!”

Ten knuckle blues
cats breaking the rules
notes bent brittle thin cast iron

fat slides & tempting trombones Pop
go the contradictions contraindications
spinning bombos bouncing in the street.