Escape: My Coogee Cove

My Coogee Cove

I remember that beach.
That curly, cut winding beach,
with the crevices and coves at it's edges
upon the rocky ridges of it's points.

Along the strip at Selinas...
Across from dope city,
Rock 'n Roll Paradise.

It washes my pain away.
I sit gazing out to sea
at peace...

It's tiding me clean.
And I go there often
simply
to
sit
still.

And have the roll of the ocean lull over me,
the white peaks of the waves thrash my soul
from the filth of the ghetto of Waterloo,
and lullaby my heart across those oceans
to Home.

Oh good God to go Home...
Perhaps to sleep perchance to dream?

My solace, my cavern, my own Private Idaho.

Mine.

Mine only...

I must go back there soon,
to answer it's call,
then go
Home...

And I shall wonder at it.

I'll let it in and purge me.
It shall flow through the veins to my heart,
and wash me clean and pristine.

Oh my Coogee Cove - Please take me back?
I may die without you.

J.R.C.
Monday, 5 February 2001, 9:23:09.