we are the lost boys of ocean beach

we stay up late

the music circulating through the air

hanging from the ceilings

the front porches

the beach bonfires

we are the lost boys of ocean beach

me s2 and Wolverene

racing motor bikes

erecting effigies

writing to the readers

dropping beats

entertaining the rich

the famous

feeding off talent

drinking the wine of youth

or coastal eloquence

freshly squeezed

organically grown

we are the lost boys of ocean beach

all three of us

all 6 of us

all 10

me myself and I


Megs pegs

Double A

Jesus Christ



there all here

tonight and every fire pit

we talk about shit

and life

and sometimes

we get down to the brass tax of it all

the groovy center of the whole sandwich

stuff even the peoples co-op won't serve

we give it away

to our stranger friends the ones that clear our beer mess out of the recycle bins

the happy folk that live in the road that is our street

I am the lost boy from Santa Cruz street

and these are the lost boys of OB


Farelee O'Rourke Feb. 27, 2012 @ 12:02 a.m.

more amazing than any other. i absolutely admire this, sweet mind.


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