The Himalaya, Seaside Heights, New Jersey, 1964
Their provisions included seagrams and coke and lip gloss,
Their clothing not at all appropriate for the trek across
Stone and sand and beach litter
The road to the mountain full of teenage anticipation and expectation—
The promise of nothing and everything.
They could see it from miles away
Magnificent metal rising from surf
Chaos and colors, sex and summer,
Closer, come closer, thoughts repeating
Look at me, Look at me, I could be your girl!
They arrive at the base and watch the machine
Music screaming and filling their lungs
Sweat and cigarettes and a little more seagrams
Feigning fear and into the core
Hooks and bars and men with muscles
Forward reverse faster faster
A swiss voice booming, swooning,
Do you want to go faster?
They were starlets on the boardwalk stage
Dancing on a neon sea,
Scaling new heights to play
the part they rehearsed every day.
Nothing and everything,
Outside of the confines,
Everyone drawn to that magic mountain,
The Himalay-ya-ya-ya-ya. – pn
I have reworked this poem one thousand times and am still not 100% happy with it, but close. I do enjoy the images and memories it generates, however, and for now, that is enough.
photo credit: etsy / nightingale artwork – lots of interesting art and illustrations