boardwalk

November 8, 2010

boardwalk

at night,

seagulls ride like embers above bright white

roller-coaster fire. 

the people on the ground don’t look where they’re going because

there are too many mesmerizing

lights

littered about like sunspots.

and the people,

they pretend that they’ve not yet been

blinded as they count the money

still left in their

tight hands. 

the shops are all full of things

that they’ve always wanted, and the

vendors with their sharp wolf eyes watch

with smiles that everyone else takes for

happiness. 

the people on the rocket rides scream

like the seagulls burning above them.