Sleepy Beach from Rock by Emit Bloch

The moon is standing guard
through the roofs many holes

spilling golden syrup over giant saguaros 

back broken snake in its blood on the road

merrily the scorpions unfold

I hear your living south in coastal Mexico

fires in hot coffee cans illuminate the road

leading to the town of San Juanico

where you're living with your dog and an old surfboard

Oh, sleepy beach

hear the tide creeping through the pebbles from the sea

foaming around the roots of an old orange tree
attached to the hammock where you lie asleep

We've been fishing from the bay near your improvised home

tending to the trees in the orange grove that you own

trading those in town for vegetables
ceremonially smoking in the arroyo

Palms lying flat on a Mayan sunset

sipping at the rim of the mighty Pacific

the coast rising up the way a nicely tanned neck
might rise up from a turquoise dress

Oh sleepy beach

hear the tide creeping through the pebbles from the sea

foaming around the roots of an old orange tree
attach to the hammock where you lie asleep

Oh sun bleached bones
fires in hot coffee cans illuminate the road

leading to the town of San Juanico

where you're living with your dog and an old surfboard

and in the morning after rolling

we'll be surfing waves of Baja Gold

off the coast of Mexico

where the cactus grows
where the moon beholds
through the roofs many holes
in your improvised home
scorpions unfold
San Juanico

An electric flash at sea and the room becomes a set
You become the sage against whom many used to bet

who used to sleep in a tent in the hills outside of school

bathing in the backyard swimming pools

and in the morning after rolling

we'll be surfing waves of Baja Gold

off the coast of Mexico

where the cactus grows
where the moon beholds
through the roofs many holes
in your improvised home
scorpions unfold
San Juanico

• Country
• Experimental
• Mexico
• Outward Bound
• Road Trip
• Rock
• Saguaro Cactus
• Spoken Word
• Surfing
• California