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September 19, 2004
The Weathermen
Giant high pressure, there is one on its way,
Fetch and retreat, as water sets weigh.
Push the tub clean on one side for a night,
Then blow hardy, blow, straight backwards with might.
Don't crash, just advance, between you, lay glass,
A monk's pipe is anothers, behold for alas.
Soft and inviting her speed caught with ease,
The higher the floating, the cure of disease.
So, watch, check and then, watch, check and then, watch for a day,
A day for the memories, a forecast for play.
And, fuck an owl.
Posted by Chris D'Alessio at September 19, 2004 03:02 PM
Comments
I like surfing. Let's meat...
Posted by: schleppi at September 22, 2004 02:29 PM