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by CoopLee

no weapons, no drugs. he had the eyeballs of an aztlan prince. touches water. touches hot-grill to meat /repeat/ /replete with cerveza.                 to roil in love of sun said lights, all things lovely.                 to return by city driven lights, lake to shore to shoulder. [to sleep.] [to dream.] dad is on the grill, cookin’ up something scorched. swill is on the lake, skiin’ up something else. sweat & stretching lungs, the sun busting gut. unseen, bikini pink & green sauce. pass the tortillas. winterous: awake. ice-fish and stoke the pipes of flash and holy hash. ice-fish our favorite frozen mass. we all grow beards, untrusting of men who wobble blades to their faces on the daily. spring sprung and spigot. we return to blushing shores of wet rocks & girlfriends. girl bands exploding amps from atop houseboats in styles of the highly drunk and tameless. plucked in memory of the topless to come before them.
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Nov 21, 2014
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#lake#summer#dad#america#beer#cerveza#tacos
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