timeless asbury

I walk the boards. Crickety crack smash hell wooden blocks of wood nailed together. Underneath the sturdiness of the planks wet sand drips down from yesterdays tsunami. Darker shades of gritty brown sense of touch dribble through my broken fingers. Limped crackety crack. Visuals. Ashes spread through the wind, they could be yours. Breezing through my hair, the inbetweens of my left foot. Bare and given out to all brown sparkled dot on this nostril, point it out to you in the veil. Lets go get fucked up and die champagne lemon snickers, frosted glass lips, limes fill jeans stool waves. Clamity clam diggers walk down the shore digging for creatures wanting moonlight aligning lamenting flip flops come to my boards and lets search out the broken down palace of 70's ice skaters and old marijuana joints. Chowda Chowda soupy taffy counters of tan fucked bitches loving late night ice cream dreams. Trashy light bulbs ignite this pre-scene ashes ashes we'll all fall down false games lets lose twenty bucks for a plush cartoon, you lush keep walking this boardwalk never ends, like something wicked this way comes carnivals of tempting desires drowning out the clackety clack woosh of sea salt. Spray your taste through the metal bars of that cage aim for not right forearm target aim fire. Circles. Idiot it will immediately turn back to the beginning and eventually you'll walk till your hat floats. (1/26/07)

i would like to record this and see what happens. maybe try to make clacking noises w/ my tongue and that annoying throat noise that can go on forever, for the boards. the jersey shore has extreme highs and lows.