insomnia at the beach,
what a dangerous combination,
it all comes to an end;
vacations,
dreams,
youth,
life;
in the morning
old lovers walk the beach,
holding hands
as young yuppies
ride bikes on the boardwalk,
jogging or walking very fast;
the important thing
is to look like
you’re going somewhere;
you can tell the Guido yuppies,
pulling their screaming Guido kids
in carts behind their Guido bikes,
whizzing by at 50 mph,
straight ahead,
making everyone else
watch out for them;
just a little house,
a boardwalk
and an ocean;
is that asking for too much?
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