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Laughing, the guys down at the beach challenged
Me to poeticize our Ocean Walk—
As ribald a concourse as ever plunged
Along a shore—lined with savage gawkers. Continue reading →

Car radios two hundred yards away
Cranked up so high their bass beats rudely shake
Our old home’s addled bones. Now, add the quake;
Phlegm coughing cycle mufflers (thug’s cliché) Continue reading →