This is a really cool poem. First, I love Mr. Wilbur's mention of "dismal spring-breakers," since I'm about to become one in the Virgin Islands, but what I really love about this poem is the way that, everything becoming younger, trendier, more up-to-the-minute, it becomes simultaneously more decadent & farther than before from the longed-after fountain of youth. The greater the fleshy shallowness, the more aged it all starts to seem. A very well-rendered poem, all things considered.
Chris
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