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Waves


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I rode the crested waves

that graced the coptic sea

And crashed onto the shores

of North Africa

 

The water was so warm

the blood hotter still

No one went on living 

unless they had the will

 

You never made a friend

nor acquaintance by the hill

Life was sweet but short

too easy to be killed

 

Your best friend was a bottle

A cigarette or two

And in emergencies

a colt 45 would do  

 

We smuggled guns and roses

across the white hot sands and dunes

We bartered in broken languages

while softly whistling tunes

 

With a third eye looking back

where bullets fell as rain

Onward to Gibraltar

dip salute , rev the engines of the plane

 

There is no water to quench you

To wash away the sins

The waves of guilt flow over you

They bring the sharks with fins

 

Comments7

  • orchidee

    Good write S.

  • swingline

    Thank you for reading Orchidee .

  • OUTBACK

    THIS IS BETTER THAN THE PARROTS of THE CARIBBEAN !

  • swingline

    Squawk ! Watch it Cabin boy ! Squawk !

  • Michael Edwards

    Great write full of imagery.

  • swingline

    Thank you Michael Edwards .

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write.

    • swingline

      Thank you Goldfinch60 for reading .



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