Oceanside
phishgod
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Oceanside
Espresso shop,
double shot,
bottle-a water,
bottle-a juice,
giant cookie,
sun smiling
us, we
lookee outta
the Bay,
sketching the
Beauty in
words in-
side, or
out there,
those geraniums,
or on
the Way
in, the
salmon hatchery,
we feed
fingerlings,
donate to
survival, rebirth,
fish, ours,
find one
fantastico hybrid
Rose, grafts
by mad
fish scientists:
four separate
delightfully different
blooms all
opened bright
and, when
seen in
light of
later history,
one species
more spectacularly
Beautiful than
entire panoply
of International
Rose Test
garden, oh
yeah, we
stop smell
roses, geraniums,
espresso rich,
sweet scent
yr perfumed
wine, euphoria,
the sea
a-sparkle,
yr tender
shoulder, thighs.
We sit,
the parking
lot gazing,
(hot) summer
day the
Bay down
the hill,
kissing roses—
yr lips,
yr rose
hue neck,
the seabreeze
rustling silk
yr hair,
the soft
fine chamois
of yr
gentle touch,
eyes flashing
their lil
magic arrows,
faint taste
espresso, hint
sea-salt our
electric skin,
this moment
now etched
the forevers
our souls,
now re-formed
this experience,
memories re-
shaped, we
roll on,
gently marking
our time
as if
waves rolling
softly the
high-tide
our new
dreams, roll
on, roll
on, this
exquisite lost
day, in
Oceanside.
--July 23-24, 2002
Spring Lake, MI
@pth
Espresso shop,
double shot,
bottle-a water,
bottle-a juice,
giant cookie,
sun smiling
us, we
lookee outta
the Bay,
sketching the
Beauty in
words in-
side, or
out there,
those geraniums,
or on
the Way
in, the
salmon hatchery,
we feed
fingerlings,
donate to
survival, rebirth,
fish, ours,
find one
fantastico hybrid
Rose, grafts
by mad
fish scientists:
four separate
delightfully different
blooms all
opened bright
and, when
seen in
light of
later history,
one species
more spectacularly
Beautiful than
entire panoply
of International
Rose Test
garden, oh
yeah, we
stop smell
roses, geraniums,
espresso rich,
sweet scent
yr perfumed
wine, euphoria,
the sea
a-sparkle,
yr tender
shoulder, thighs.
We sit,
the parking
lot gazing,
(hot) summer
day the
Bay down
the hill,
kissing roses—
yr lips,
yr rose
hue neck,
the seabreeze
rustling silk
yr hair,
the soft
fine chamois
of yr
gentle touch,
eyes flashing
their lil
magic arrows,
faint taste
espresso, hint
sea-salt our
electric skin,
this moment
now etched
the forevers
our souls,
now re-formed
this experience,
memories re-
shaped, we
roll on,
gently marking
our time
as if
waves rolling
softly the
high-tide
our new
dreams, roll
on, roll
on, this
exquisite lost
day, in
Oceanside.
--July 23-24, 2002
Spring Lake, MI
@pth
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