Let’s Catch A Wave

Ideology to some remains the only 

way to capture sun, and if a beach 

tan says it all then maybe it’s fair 

proof we were onto something - 

but, and it’s rare for me to blissfully 

deflate ‘doctrinaire’ I once believed 

in, I’d need more than a new set of 

sunglasses to fall for it again; 

sure - halcyon years, when making 

sense only meant capturing waves 

and winsomely breaking hearts on 

poseurs’ sandy beaches, where 

choices weren't that dissimilar; each 

of us had the same set of options 

when we thought about it, & believe 

it for real, some did actually think, 

so, in telling me to link in I’ll have to 

‘see’ it your way, I recall our beach; will 

you control the waves I ask grinning 

facetiously - an ‘our policy’ word you 

bandy isn’t in my faux vocabulary of 

‘polite’ terms to impress people with - 

either the surf’s up or it will be later; 

what you’re saying differs from what 

I can see; when we had a choice I 

opted for what is, you for might be - 

terms we just inferred for similar 

things don’t intersect like they did

back then; so Devil’s spawn says 

controlled ideologic economies are 

profitable waves - for some obviously; 

but in truth - it’s like a sea reacting to 

celestial discourse with phenomena 

trending from infinitely bigger events 

than blatant budgie-smuggling and 

poseur-pathetic toe-dabbling 

C’mon, let’s catch a wave … 

© 7 July 2014, I. D. Carswell