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Jet Star Rollercoaster, Seaside Heights, New Jersey

If below us there were only clouds we would keep breathing,
sitting beneath the Atlantic Ocean’s roiling surf, lost to history
and apprehended by police.
Clinging on as if someone might still reach out to save us.
Superstorm Sandy won’t remain a tourist attraction,
sections of the blue-collar town resemble the aftermath
but plans changed after some tests were done.
Won’t remain as a tourist attraction or wound,
partially submerged in the ocean.
Striving to live life on life’s terms,
a man who surreptitiously climbed Seaside Heights.
There are ladders no soul can climb.
Disorderly conduct for hanging a flag on the submerged rollercoaster.
Cute, what the fuck, geeky, cosplay photos.
If you’ve ever gazed in amazement at how birds dive down
into water and then gracefully emerge,
half-submerged icons of damage,
then you’ll understand how there can be scaffolding without regeneration.
You may find yourself cursing the winter weather.
You may find yourself a tourist attraction, wounded, abandoned.
Surf rolls past and rolls past again.
Let me tell you about a woman found in her submerged vehicle.
She is a sign of taking challenges head on and being in the excitement and submerging yourself.
Pushed out to sea like a girl vacationing on the Jersey shore.
Halliday said the last few days have been ‘an emotional roller-coaster.’
Maybe they could turn it into a log flume,
ogled by onlookers and looked upon by gods,
visualized by considering a cantilevered beam submerged in a viscous moment.
Its frame reflects off the water
and was ‘heaved up’ above sea level and re-submerged again several times.
Only the wash of icy-white and a lonely flag.
Into lung-crushing depths, never to rise again.
This isn’t Christ for Christ’s sake, this is a rollercoaster.
And the sun has been setting for years.

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About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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