ride into the sun...that's the fun

ride into the sun…that’s the fun

of someone playing with the dial

the airwaves are filled with laughter

chirps and easier miles per hour

(life’s speed is an abstruse motion

 every second flashes on the charged

 space and cracks the ancient blocks

 dust holds it last

(he who crawls in mud gets enough

 to spit…he may then suspect matter

 ain’t all yet falls prey to its claim

 -it goes something like this…he

 builds sandcastles on the beach…waits

 for the tide to flood it all…gets up

 and happy as he only knows, gets on)

thus you get to palm beach australia

further on awaits you rimini

maybe the red sea –who can tell-

it’s a matter of taste and health

you may know the day’s time and place

though the dial shows you nil…and you

hope for the end of one fine day

when you’ll have to move from zero)

i have waited too for the waves

to break at the angels’ bid –here

it’s radio gaga- and the barge’s

on the way (the dj insists)

we lay back

the sun has set and the sea roars

the deep dark close to the brain…and

to be sure that this day made any

sense (like a road flying birds songs

or the horizon) we must move on

exactly after midnight with total

volition and at our most leisure