Wednesday, April 9th, 2008
Jersey Shores
Hard concrete cold, shore of an asphalt sea, Pavonia Summit Central, sitting dumb, Colorless, squinting, cutting, slow, Among the wrecks of stone as others drift, Consuming suited people, shitting bricks on bums. Now, stumbling, old, a tiny woman’s tiny steps, “It’s gorgeous out” she says and looks and means it, Moving past and driving me […]