along the shore of pink the boardwalk rose the rose balloons can't keep up, so ice cream melts and so do clouds, speckled. strawberry flavors, unkempt cones, chocolate.
the other day i was on the waves and, overwhelmed by the wake, it crashed, i crashed. pummeling that sand, that shore: baptism in reverse.
the candy shop, the bookstore, the arcade, funland, the t-shirt shop, the shell shop, the gift store, a tattoo parlor, a hat store, boardwalk fries, purgatory.