Surfing Pipe Master Poem by stewart green

Surfing Pipe Master



In anger and against my will
I slam down my clenched fist

Now opening my hand
Palm facing heaven

No more grasping to my gold dust
I let the winds of change decide

If it all blows away
Or stays anchored

Fools gold, Monkey’s gold
Yes Monkey is gold.

The wave is pounding me
My board strains under its weight.

Even if I survive this one
Sets of swells build on the horizon

Can I surf this ocean of bobbing heads
Swaying in the strobe lights to death metal

In night clubs filled with lust
Swarming Dog fish prowling

This is not my will but yours
I have no choice but to open my hand

Spinning and tumbling with the wave
Pounding water is my master

If I don’t mould to her domineering will
My body will be snapped like koa wood.

The road ahead has faded away
Its uncertain where to tread next

The trail I was going to blaze
Might now be a circle

But as long as there is hope
If I can see Alpha Centauri

Maybe, yes maybe
The night will dawn

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