Wildwood Crest

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Angeline
Angeline
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Came 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.

Angeline
Angeline
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8 Comments
dcpoet44dcpoet44almost 20 years ago
slice of life...

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...

steve portersteve porteralmost 20 years ago
perfect personism

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.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Could

easily be a prose poem, as it such a slice of life. Wonderful work, lady. Much enjoyed your Joisey shore piece.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
I love......

...the glimpses Ange gives us of her past. So well done they feel familiar. Gere's a gem.

lipsticksunset1984lipsticksunset1984almost 20 years ago
Great...

....work, Ang. More Jersey shore...and I love the last lines!

Mia MooreMia Moorealmost 20 years ago
excellent!!

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

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
this could be prose poetry

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.

TathagataTathagataalmost 20 years ago
A snapshot

that's clear as day and perfectly described.

Wonderful work Ange

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