Boardwalk

Sun leathered skin, tanned and flayed lies draped over the bench’s wooden slats. A long-forgotten art brought back to lack-lustre life along the boardwalk. • This wrinkled pre-aged skin, pricked in not so neat lines each track a stop on the journey that brings their nodding half-lives to the boardwalk. • The coke and ice-cream hit, not for their uncared for, condemned kids but to feed a sugar rush, stave off that comedown on the boardwalk. • Thick syrup methodone, a sop to replace the brown heroin that once kissed their veins, kicks in as they shadow walk to the boardwalk • Calloused, cracked skin spreads factor 50, to protect the delicate casing of their ravaged organs as they lie, replete, along the boardwalk.