I prefer the seas days
When problems only came in threes,
From a teenage witch I groped on old quays
Skipping needles in gray waters on turnpike bays,
Where we caught our cancered sun rays
Downstream of New Jersey factories.

Throwing beer bottles at mermaids
Kicking dead crabs on testing dares
and spray painting boardwalks under piers,
With screaming heroines getting made,
That’s where I touched your whispered accolades
Beneath the glow of neon palisades.

All night long, we screamed at the sea
As It answered us in kind.
We danced till our steps were entwined
And kissed by bonfire’s breeze.
That’s when Poseidon decreed
Our love’s fated irony.