a tragedy at sea
sunday sutro baths
the sea she grumbles a bit
feeds on her anger
day by ev'ry day
she beats the shit out of the
nooks crannies and caves
ribbons of water
twist twirl tickle and tingle
sweet sugary love
her greying blowhole
spews surf sand sun and pleasure
she wants only him
the stairs leading down
blocked by sign with picture of
man swept out to sea
spry tourist hops wall
big wave big spray he tumbles
the sign is quite clear
eight men sit their boards
in kelly's cove near seal rock
see a head bobbing
two tourists tripping
lounging in their lawnchairs
view the baths below
sun below the gulls
umbrella deflects the fog
shore patrol speeds by
there was a good man
a long tube slid down his throat
red lights flash for him
oblivious folks
waltz along the beach tonight
sand stirs between toes
he won't die alone
there's always somebody else
follows soon enough
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