By now, the sun has burned streaks in my hair and darkened my skin; an over-exposed negative like the rest of California. I feel louder by speaking less, for the summer has become a dull roar the only sounds which make sense anymore, are the crickets and the cicadas. We met at some random party you know, one of those THINGS little need for words we let our bodies direct us and made some kind of love The next morning, we went to sleep on the shore; our late-night romance was a sunburn by the afternoon Today, I simply watched as he, shirtless, made a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich Take it easy, man Adios, mis amigos The saga of beach culture will continue as long as there are gnarly waves While inland, High Society climbs atop poverty, rising higher and higher as they pile up Surf a big one for me dude, while the world is in despair Perhaps there is time for last-minute self-improvements; At the gym, a piece of Japanese currency, strung on a chain, beats against my chest It is time to go back. The polar ice cap is melting; I thought about this while I soaked in the hot tub Buzzzzzzzzzzz….buzzzzzzzzzzz Under a last of my beautiful skies