Coney Island

Barge wake laps the lobster traps.
Junkies beneath the ferris wheels.
Borscht stains on a white shirt.
Chili breath. Splinters on the rollercoaster.
Needles and condoms in the sand.
Distorted in the funhouse mirror
is your alter ego
maniacal laughter driving bumper cars
cruising the boardwalk
fishing for chum.

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