Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Coast II

The ape looked down on us, without expression. The cars blew exhaust in much the same way. The Safari didn't have wifi. The Safari just had a view of the beach. The beach. Ocean City barely has a beach. The waves were ferocious, yet covered in a pink blanket by the boardwalk lights. They (the waves) looked like weak pantyhose. Breaking and tearing in the twilight. I guess that is OC, just a flood light, aimed against what we all really want to see. There is no ocean anymore, as it is covered in oil and suntan lotion. The ocean is very much like Murph. I keep him alive for me.

The Coast Haiku:
Crash. Over and again,
tip, tip, tap the dog walked cross,
the waves kept crashing.

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