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Casinos, Dance Clubs and Strip Bars
Spit out sleepless souls
Wandering into this
Twilight and soft rain
Juxtaposed with early–morning runners
Silver-haired balloon-tire cyclists
Drunken girls in sand-caked
High heels
Staggering off the beach
Holding each other up
Their boy friends
Mumbling indiscernible songs—dancing dumbly
The man with knots-of-gray
In his matted hair,
T-shirt wet and torn, shoeless
Yells at the air and scant passersbys,
He can defecated without dropping his drawers—
His pajama bottoms are split up the back
Cop-cars crawl silent on wet wood
Garbage men move in slow motion
Cherishing convience store coffee-cups
As seagulls scurry to beat the boardwalk brooms to
Overnight discards of:
Pizza crusts, lone French fries, ice-cream-cone causalities
The Night has finally died
Blending its’
Black into the fog-gray day start
D.J. Haslett
Copyright 2007
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