LeeZard at the Beach

©2010 by LeeZard

When things get a little crazy, I go to the beach. 

It usually calms me. Sometimes crazy follows me there. 

Let's go to the beach!

New Dawn of day

To watch the sun,
Rise out of the ocean,
We awoke before dawn,
And stumbled to the beach.
We came with a bottle of wine,
To toast the new day,
A blanket to cover the sand,
And a sleeping bag for warmth.
We were four new friends,
Ready to greet the morning.

A gentle golden light,
Creeps over the horizon,
Darkness retreating in its path.
The moon and morning star linger,
To join us,
To watch the sun,
Rise out of the ocean.
Our eyes focus east,
As an orange pathway,
leads to the sun.
Bright light frames the clouds,
As daytime,
Moves closer to the beach.

The ocean stirs,

From its nighttime rest,
As Sandpipers
Begin to scurry about
Little white, busy birds,
Skittering one way then another.
A lone seagull,
Swoops down to the water,
Seeking an early breakfast.




It is peaceful,
Quiet.
The four of us together
Alone in our thoughts.
A golden edge of sun,
Peers over the clouds,
Slowly, steadily,
Rising from the ocean’s edge.
In just moments,
Night becomes,
The new dawn of day.

Ocean City Blues

Awhish, Awhash, Ssss, the waves go pounding through my brain.

Plodding aimlessly alone in the cold, soft Ocean City sand.

Forty degrees but getting warmer all the time.

I meet a girl. Hey, that’s why I came.

Talking, running, chasing, falling, feeling, walking.

Back to the side street hovel her family has for the weekend.

Stay for dinner? Sure.

Gloom, roast beef and me; that’s what we had for dinner.

Her mom grills me while dad serves hostility on the side.

Let me outta here, I scream inside my head.

We leave together, looking for some beach night fun.

Walking with a new friend and finding newer friends.

Hanging out with strangers and nothing to do.

Hey, she says, my folks are going out, let’s go back.

The hovel again, but not as dumpy, now that it’s just us,

a dirty mildewed couch and an off-speed tape-deck --

a recipe for some quick summer love.

Eighty degrees and climbing,

‘til mom and dad come home.

Out I go, like some garbage distastefully discarded.

Walking alone again, cruising the boardwalk.

Fifty degrees and plummeting. Down.

Luckily, I brought a blanket.

Wrapped up warmly, until—

a cop, protecting Ocean City from the likes of me.

It’s a city ordinance, kid.

No blankets, wrapped around your person, on the boardwalk,

during the summer, after dark, before 6 a.m.

On the beach again, cold, cold me, and my unwrapped blanket.

A lot of freaks begin to gather, and, soon, we’re talking.

Wrapped up again in my blanket.

A speed freak, a she-speed freak, shares my blanket.

There’s a lot to be said for body warmth. We doze.

Same cop, another city ordinance.

No sleeping on the beach, kid, during the summer,

after dark, before 6 a.m.

Awake on the beach, listening to the nighttime surf,

mindlessly counting the waves.

Six a.m. at last, a steaming cuppa joe, then the beach,

suddenly alert to watch the Ocean City daybreak.

The clouds are grey, tinged with cotton candy pink,

light slowly enveloping the night,

the sun, growing, slowly growing out of the ocean,

shimmering, no, floating right on the water.

I am transfixed during the best moments of a shitty weekend.

Full day light, and I sleep next to a 17 year old speed freak,

chattering away about how she wants to come home with me.

Time to hit the road, alone, and into the new day.

Seventy degrees and climbing.

Lucky Vacation Tune

 Palm trees dancing in the breeze,

Are you for real or just a tease?

We met just a few short hours ago,

So, is it yes or is it no?

I want to lay with you in the nighttime,

Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine.

I want to throw you down on a beach dune,

I want to sing a lucky vacation tune.

Let’s get out of this dingy bar,

Let’s hop in my bargain rental car.

Let’s drive ‘til we lose the road,

Let’s ride ‘til I lose my load.

I want to lay with you in the nighttime,

Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine.

I want to throw you down on a beach dune,

I want to sing a lucky vacation tune.

I’ll hold you and make you sigh,

I’ll caress your silky inner thigh.

If you say no I will not cry,

I’ll go home and tell vacation lies.

I want to lay with you in the nighttime,

Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine.

I want to throw you down on a beach dune,

I want to sing a lucky vacation tune.

The clouds are grey, tinged with cotton candy pink,

light slowly enveloping the night,

the sun, growing, slowly growing out of the ocean,

shimmering, no, floating right on the water.

I am transfixed during the best moments of a shitty weekend.

Full day light, and I sleep next to a 17 year old speed freak,

chattering away about how she wants to come home with me.

Time to hit the road, alone, and into the new day.

Seventy degrees and climbing,

By the Sea

The real me lives by the sea,

With flying hair and sun kissed brow,

I’d give anything to be there now.

But, it’s in the city I stay,

With traffic all day,

And all night.

What a terrible sight.

I hide in the city

But just for awhile.

The time is coming to leave.

The real me lives by the sea,

With flying hair and sun kissed brow,

I’d give anything to be there now.

I’ll leave the smog for ocean fog,

And sand between my toes.

And in my head I’ll surf the waves,

And dream away my woes.

For, the real me lives by the sea,

With flying hair and sun kissed brow,

I think I have to go there now.

The sea, the sea and me.