The Second Last Storm
Let's take a walk through an ocean town.
The one that had so much potential.
With its little shops and great ambitions.
Where even the cheapest shacks have the most stunning views.
And families can feel the breeze cool down their yards along the dunes.
The town everyone said would be like a coastal Atlantis.
Before that snake oil salesmen stuck his bottle opener into the Earth.
And found that tarry elixir made of riches.
And passed bills forcing the beautiful landscape to be evicted.
Replaced with pumping towers and pinstriped suits.
I want to face that ocean town.
I'm ready to accept how far she has fallen down.