Friday, September 20, 2013

Waves......

It was so peaceful with a glass of wine on the back of the ship as it steamed to the Caribbean.

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  1. That's called a wake, not a wave, you stupid fuckin' New Yorker.

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  2. Hey I was waving my penis. What you didn't see it hanging over the side of the boat?

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  3. Besides. What do I look like? Popeye the Sailor Man?

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  4. Can you check the ocean depth w/ that hog?

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  7. Memory

    Hanging over the side of the Chris-Craft on Lake Placid
    Mesmerized by the waves slicing and pealing away from the hull
    Mesmerized by the wake spuming and veeing out astern
    The bow of the hull barely hovering above the water disappearing below
    The lacquered beauty eating distance as we returned to the dock
    Of the island in the lake and the warm brown house in the black pines
    We rented that summer from the eminent Doctor of Philosophy --
    That summer long ago.

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