Asbury Park

That night I dreamt I was playing an intergalactic version of Scrabble, populated by strange symbols I had never seen.

Yet I could not stop myself from rotating my tiles back and forth, anxiously making meaning.

Egghead pornography: I surrendered to the oligarchy of fingers.

I am more interested in the back of your building. Anyone can walk through the front.

I was once unacceptable, but I learned to be inappropriate until, at last, awkwardness was achieved. Now the years will take their course and return me to my rightful state.

Go home. Sleep her off.

Leave four free plays on the pinball machine in the lobby of the Empress Hotel in Asbury Park.

When we become ship breakers in the desert, remember the rain falling on the ocean.