ON PIER AVENUE
Of the plunging surf breaking
off the Pier Avenue shoreline,
in this part of the beach,
there is a severe undertow present.
Tourist come for the 18-miles
of coastline, and 12,00 acres
with swamps, salt marshes, mudflats,
of Central Coast sand dunes,
fresh-water marshes; for off-roading,
camping, and surf-fishing
at the Guadalupe-Nipomo Dunes.
Starting in the 1920’s, until the war,
mystics, nudists, artists, writers,
and hermits inhabited the Sand Dunes,
near Pismo Beach, five miles south,
for sunshine, peace, and solitude.
Calling themselves the “Duneites,”
Like Chumash Natives who lived there,
they too would be driven away
by the contrivances of modern life.
Twelve noon on Fridays it begins,
the mass visitor migration
of gasoline-powered conveyances
by the hundreds converging
on one of the few places that allow
vehicles to drive on the beach.
Pick-up trucks, four-wheel drive
of every variety, towing trailers
hauling off-road autos, sand-dragster,
dune buggies, jeeps, and recreational
vehicles for traversing the sand.
Five dollars a car for a day-use pass,
payable at the park office on Pier Avenue.
Maximum trailer length is 31 feet.
Dry moving sand at the high-tide line,
blown inland by frequent west winds
transport the sand and dust,
the components of dust pollution.
Off-highway vehicle activity make it worse.
A deaf-mute lives on the beach
In a small house behind a wooden fence
on Pier Avenue, owns a tow-truck,
Drives up and down the beach and dunes
Pulling out vehicles stuck in the sand.
Twenty-five dollars a tow, and no argument.
By the hundreds, they come and go,
slogging off in both directions
on sand-covered Pier Avenue.
At five o’clock on Sunday afternoons,
a reverse migration begins,
and all of the tourists and all the visitors
pass by the offices of the state park
on Pier Avenue, as all the off-highway vehicles
return back to where they came from.
DICK DALE & THE DEL-TONES AT THE ROSE GARDEN PISMO BEACH, 1966
At the Pismo Beach pier, on a telephone pole A poster is stapled to it: Surf Bands at the Rose Garden, Friday night: The King of Surf-Guitar, Dick Dale & The Del-tones---Live Admission $1. Doors open at 8. The overcast night sky glows pink From the neon-signs on Pomeroy Street Of the motels and motor courts. The Rose Garden folds inward at the entrance, Next door to the bowling-alley Surf Bowl. The dim and speckled dance-floor, A stage with colored-lights at the far end. Surfers and surfer-chicks, shimmy, and shake To Dick Dale’s piercing electric-guitar, Surf the dark invisible waters on waves of musical ecstasy. Outside, waves break on the pilings, Crash with the same force as the music.
Stephen Barile is a Fresno, California native, educated in the public schools, and attended Fresno City College, Fresno Pacific University, and California State University, Fresno. He was a long-time member of the Fresno Poet's Association. Stephen Barile taught writing at Madera Center College, and CSUF, and lives in Fresno. His poems have been published extensively, including Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, The Heartland Review, Instant Noodle, and London Grip.
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