Love the poem. A wonderful use of words that man!
"I want to go surfing
through adrenaline rushes,
smashed into splinters,
my mind at double speed
as I wipe out and fall,
through icicle water,
a beautiful alarm call."
This was the clincher.
Think about it a bit then set the alarm, ok!?
Thanks Jay. Yes, I will set the alarm for surf city m8 ;-) Remember North Carolina, Wilmington? I was surfing all day until I got ill, you stayed out in the waves for the rest of the day while I puked my guts up lol