insomnia at the beach,
such 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 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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