saints and hobos
1.
be in water
saints and hobos.
the ghosts:
Fletcher
Curren
Reynolds
Martinez
Slater
Dora……..
Rincon……
Dallas……
saints and hobos
we doop we wop
in the jungle
in the jungle,
take me down
Tica sweatheart
in the jungle.
2.
be in the water
saints and hobos
conditions don’t matter
crowds don’t matter
board shapes don’t matter
stickers don’t matter;
the long boarder in a bikini
the sand on my ankles
declarations and christmas gifts
empty freight train waves
kisses from saturn
houseboat regulations;
Alan Watts on a shortboard
flat tails and wiggly
all the pretty girls
sunsets and one star.
“mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys,
don’t let em pick guitars and drive them old trucks,
make them be lawyer and doctors and such.”
mama the jungle ate me whole,
mama its love forever now.
the evening session is crowded with the tide coming up, and it is a holiday week so everyone is in the water – everyone wants to surf – and everyone is on a long board with a go pro cam, and everyone is white and glorious and dropping in on everyone else.
3.
saints and hobos
at the waters edge
wearing custom made t-shirts
staring into the hobo void
saints breathing
electric wave rider fabulous
automatic hand waving
revolving president
17 year old superstars
televisions and cameras
paparrazzi and gangster head bobbing
distant amazing superhero
just before the sun sets
the ocean glasses off and the wind shifts offshore; the ocean glasses off and the waves now are like candy cane wonderland on heroin, when the crowds thin out, and there is a mellow super calm on the south end, as the sky turns to pumpkin and little two foot barrels come rolling through; its all perfect in the big round cloudy sun setting warm water paradise; the velvet underground do wop planet.
this must be what she meant by weird;
this must be what she meant by beautiful.
4.
saints and hobos
love and transitions
surfer girls and subway platforms
formal attire and publicists,
Abraham Lincoln backhands
and Dane ariels
the end is just the beggining.
“i have a dream”
wet and shaking
full and aching,
represent this trombone ecstasy
represent this lazy tune;
killers and priest
surfers and sunbathers;
green plants and children,
dark jungle nights for free.
parking lot chit chat
old lovers and broke hippies;
no taxi cabs in paradise,
no excuses.
