OCEAN CITY: 

Kevin Eberhardt & Kevin Eberhardt 

 

I saw the last supper spring up 

From the sand 

I saw lasers confined in a box 

Of music 

I saw German helmets washed up 

On the shore 

Sprouting crabs to carry them 

Away 

I tasted life thru the brine of 

Association 

Washed down with the froth 

Of youth 

I saw beauty that looked right 

Thru me 

While the moon loomed larger 

Than a movie screen Blank 

As if waiting for the show to 

Start 

Or had it already ended and 

I'd missed it... 

 

...looking for Michael