Badabum, the tide is a loaded gun,
coconut amps spark under sodium sun;
I drop my board, salt stitches the wound,
bassline like sharks in a monsoon.
Badabum, your name drips from the reef,
neon anemones steal my belief;
we dance on uranium sand,
every grain a countdown unplanned.
Badabum, the moon pulls the pin—
kiss me, explosion of kerosene skin;
when the wave breaks we’re vapor, we’re free,
just the echo of surf and heartbeats three.
Badabum, badabum, boom—eternity.