Drunk at the Beach
a lite beer in the
shallow end.
The next minute your
face is smashed by killer
waves on Far Rockaway.
The kind of waves that
take
bikini tops off
killer blondes.
Beg the waves to let you
live.
It would be sad
to see you smashed.
-- Ivana Killibarda
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Killer waves and killer blondes... I love this poem, Ivana!
Posted by: Greg Santos | April 18, 2009 at 12:37 PM
This poem is so awesome, I think I need to sip a lite beer just to calm down!
Posted by: Sharmi | April 18, 2009 at 07:44 PM