few years from now
a man in black
had god’s serial no. 2205
was a perfect creation
had a little thing / about surfers
deeply in hate / with posers + surfers
at beach of venice
in land of beautiful lies
in this bloody city
didi not like / our surfer’s pretty
role in play of his life
seemed to be termination
of a sonic surfer nation
man in black sang:
blood surfer city-
bloody surfer city.
designed armour in black
another pity
came by touch of water
muting into killer shark
first surfers went to heaven
week later eleven
lost in space / in poser’s race
only some brave surfidiots
swinging their positive power
in waves, passing every hour
canvas of venice painted in red
camouflage called
energy in / bazooka’d him to pieces
which were shown to drooling public
sharkman gave a final smile
when puzzling back died in peace
god gave him nobel-
and george cross-medal. sonic star.

words: boa
music: petrozza, ball