MuthaFucka Ska echoes down empty splinterwood boardwalk <br />Low band of brown smog hides horizon between gray sea and gray sky <br /> <br />Copper casino, green filigree of swirling suns <br />Hollow now, all bets are off <br /> <br />“All this was rides once” she said <br />“Then it was pretty” <br /> <br />A surfer, expensive black wetsuit <br />Manages to stand in two foot waves <br />Near the sewer outfall <br /> <br />The last HoJo in New Jersey <br />(Yes, Bruce Springsteen was here <br />Tony Soprano too) <br />Has a roof like its spike-haired customers <br />Who lose their nose rings rolling down artificial dunes <br /> <br />The House of Good Intentions is boarded up <br />Gone to hell I guess <br /> <br />And Madame Marie knows; she KNOWS; she left <br /> <br />It’s 4: 20 pm 4/20/2002 in Asbury Park New Jersey USonofA. <br /> <br />Weird shit man!<br /><br />Stewart McKenzie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscape-08-4-20-day-in-asbury-park-nj/
