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Click hereCame home late.
We saw Elizabeth, danced,
got a little drunk and walked
down the shoreline two blocks
to Spencer Street.
The boardwalk was shutting down,
ferris wheel turned off, so all
that green neon was blinking out
until we saw just beach and waves
rolling in the moonlight.
We crossed the sand, the boards,
then back to the rooming house.
Ricky had the first-floor single
and a motorcycle.
He looked like a city gypsy
angel with that gold earring
flashing in black hair.
He touched my back, put his tongue
in my mouth, but my eyes didn't open
until he kissed my ear.
I ran upstairs scared to feel
that alive, thinking just two hours
to breakfast shift, and I still
have to wash my uniform.
a prose piece with great images and really digs in at the end. it's a style of writing i enjoy that is all about the experiences of life. well done ang...
as once practiced by frank ohara and his 'i did this, i did that' poems, the prosy feel, and city images conjured up...a snapshot of life on the run...thanks.
easily be a prose poem, as it such a slice of life. Wonderful work, lady. Much enjoyed your Joisey shore piece.
...the glimpses Ange gives us of her past. So well done they feel familiar. Gere's a gem.
....work, Ang. More Jersey shore...and I love the last lines!
what a story teler you are dear ange! and feeling so alive you thought about your uniform, what a dedicated soul you are...next time, flip the uni and stay a while :D
I bet if you had this in full sentences, it would be! By the way, I'm into prose poetry, right now. :) But it does read that way.
that's clear as day and perfectly described.
Wonderful work Ange