Atlantic City (S.Tennessee Ave)

what a dump
the 9 mile boardwalk of dollar store extravagance
old hotels ’80s vanished
interrupted by cheap plaster
lost history saved only by
the beach of broken sea shells
letting you know how powerful the tides
can be as they rake the sands
trying to rob the innocence of
beautiful women in sagging bikinis

leave central pier
walk between busted saloons
half way houses
and a church too afraid to be open
the waves cry from behind
forcing you to promise a 2nd date
it’s the only part of earth you can feel
moving more constantly inside than

return with room key
enter the hotel with sandy shoes
towels and sun burn
clear the sinuses of sea brine
shower the skin smooth
lay on the bed
flip on the television
and fall asleep laughing
to old episodes of


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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