Ocean end

Ocean end

The city I live in
And also suffer
Between weekends
Have a lot of places
To go to the beach

Near the airport
They’re too crowded

By the seaport
They’re too polluted

But if you go further
After the rich’s
Houses by the sea

You’ll find ocean end
Please don´t ask me
About what it means
Because it is only the name
For a place so windy
Only the craziest surfers surf
The most bored fishers fish
And of course
Only the stupidest swimmers swim

Any way
If you go there
I think
You’ll in accord with me
That it is the better place to see
That strange kind of human beings:
These who like to see the sea

I like to see them
Smoking different kinds of herbs
And chemical things
Drinking alcoholic and not drinks
Alone in the multitude of sea seers
Too deep inside meditation
To notice you

You can make love in front of them
Without being noticed
By them:
The “sea seers of ocean end”
Because they’re always waiting
For the newest mood and color
Of “THE THING”

VABM March 17, 2011

http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2011/03/ocean-end.html