Surf Clown Surfin’ on a little tide, now you know I can’t decide what wave I should save just to get that surfin’ crave! Surfin’ ‘round a little curve, all of a sudden, I started to swerve! I grabbed onto the port house wall, but even that didn’t break my fall! I slid up! I slid down! My surf bud Phil called me a clown! I had a surf bud. His name was Phil, All of a sudden, he took a spill! To save Phil, floating on his surf board, I reached over and pulled his life jacket cord. And that’s the story of one surf clown, who risked his life and almost drowned!
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
These lines came to me in the summer of 1995. I was in the middle of Champlin Pool in Enid, Oklahoma, using the flotation device as an underwater surf board, and the words came to me as a rap. This is one of the oldest poems that I still have. At the time I was listening to a lot of the Beach Boys. I lost many of my early poems due to a 1997 computer crash, yet this one I had memorized, so I was able to write it down years later. It appears in my first book, Tea & Sprockets.
Tea & Sprockets
Tea & Sprockets is D.L. Lang's debut poetry book. This collection spans 15 years of work, encompassing poems from 1995 to 2010. Across the 106 selected poems, Lang weaves together themes of love and friendship, death and loss, war and peace.