When our skin was soft and the smell of salt hanging in the air was new We arrived with the summer sun, and moved in together at the mad house And when we were rosy under the eyes and enjoyed the sand between our toes We learned to swim again and napped on the porch of the mad house And when we were red and the afternoon sun burned orange We smoked and yelled and argued about nothing in the kitchen of the mad house And when we were tan and warm and we finally felt alive We danced and sang and were drunk in every room of the mad house And when we were bronzed and some surfed and some flirted on the beach The sun set earlier in the day and we kissed in the shadows of the mad house And when we were dark and the boardwalk stretched into the sea We stayed up and slept with each other, in every bed of the mad house And when we were tired and we barely said anything at all We poured out old beer and packed our things, and we left with the autumn wind.
There is a copy online, I’m on page 17. Please forgive the, er, interesting title graphic. I don’t think anyone read the poem before making that one up.
