Big Sur, a dreaming
(Big Sur, 1993)
Big Sur a-dreaming.
A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 1,
a small path will lead you to paradise.
A beach not safe for swimming,
but climbing into the rocks, being one with the sea..
The waves will dance around you and you can sit and write by the sea.
The view has no equal for the eyes to see.
Pfiefer Beach is a nudish beach,
famous for beautiful and sexy people.
The sea will steal the hunger from your eyes,
to view the beauty of the naked young woman on the sand..
I wish to drink wine at the River Inn,
listen to the music and hear the voices of the Poets and musicians.
I was crazy then, not so crazy today.
I remember when me and my friend chasing the poor people off Pfiefer Beach.
We were full of vodka and hate.
Told the world to f-off, leave us alone.
So many sweet memories.
On a sunny hot summer day.
A young nude girl plays a game of chess with me,
I did not win.
So many nights on the beach sharing drink and coffee, so missed.
Where did the Poet go?
Where did all those beautiful and wonderful dreamers go?
Now I have only words on a sheets of paper,
memories of a man running down empty beaches.
Telling the world to kiss my ass are gone.
But, give me a chance.
I believe I would read my poetry at the River Inn again,
I would climb the rocks and be thankful to be alive,
play a game of chess with a naked woman and lose again.
(Big Sur, May 2018)
6 Aug. 2003