Surf the Beach.

Surf the Beach

Snow boarding
in a far away country
this place is hot enough to melt the ice
northern lights
in the sky rise
to wrap me up in cotton dreams
a blanket i spread
to keep the world safe
from false realityies
blinded to sadness
and anger
just a flat line
is that a coma
longing for summer
hibernating in citys made of straw
sitting in
to meet the moon light
wrapeed up in black sheep
a drip
like a tap
attatched
to my home
in the noon tide
moon-fleet
snow boarding
to the costa del sol
where we can talk about how
were gone
feeling so spaced out
down and lost without sight
or mind
waiting up
to meet the silent sun
the green monkey
wrapped up in golden
cotton
that keeps you safe and warm
through any shadows darkness
wonder if moon light is something
that needs to be set free
from false capture
out the jar
out the jar
like those sticky jam
silence of the lambs
prisons made of glass
sitting outside
im wrapped up
inside your blanket
safely raving
through the darkness
so safe mate
and warm