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New Year's Eve 2000 |
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sand afloat on yesterday's tears. and ply the shiny ooze lacing old regrets to echo the
gull screams and the bongs on nun 2 And I am a boy gone back to crab pots laid on the channel edge who asks what monkey wind has tracked the dune and then gone, foam of a wave in the sea. On Deadhorse Bay the glue works render losers from the Sheepshead Track as one-arm Pete crosses Scotch Whiskey Shoal with lobster shorts for the pirate trade. On nights that the glim of the moon was doused, moonshine flowed from rumrunners row; woo was pitched on Breezy's Point , stripers plucked from Bareass Rocks. And the ships that passed on the inlet tide; windjammers bound for Mill Basin ways, the Sachem, Sylph, the honey fleet.
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Jet twangs crack the blue to
sluice the past and seal the present from tile palaces for one night
stands, cabana wombs lined with mink, cinder marts that package color for the local
scene. The point is sinking under a mass of brick, and I am a man who asks what monkey wind has tracked the dune, foam of a wave in the sea. ROCKAWAY INLET REVERIE, by Artie Berger
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