Finding no takers in the arcade
I stagger back onto the boardwalk
Ready to pounce on the first one I'd seen,
Easily the least diseased of the angels.

Focussed as she was on her iPhone,
Removing all her unfriended contacts, and
Oblivious to the sting of salt on the wind or
My words in her vacantly beautiful face,

All my stumblings went unnoticed.

She left the touchscreen untouched
To take me in for a moment.
'I've never been to the sea,' I say finally,

'Can you walk me down to where
Knowing sleeps and wondering dreams?'