August 19

the glorious mountain line
rises and spikes like
the music from Joe's Ipod device
equalized before our eyes
I'm surprised at the event
of a passerby being sent
careening into a ditch
via head on accident
it's inhabitants location
our place of destination
a Silverwood vacation
for Eric, Joe, David, me, and Clayton
in rotation at higher elevation
than the Russian space station
with less gravitation
and more stomach agitation
nearing a hundred degrees
we head to boulder beach
to ride the lazy reef
behind a team in bikini briefs
feeling quite tarnished
we head to the olive garden
discuss the territories charted
then it's back to where we started

P.S. this was an extremely eventful day that could have easily filled three rhyme diaries, I unfortunately had to limit it to this very straightforward diary