Two sticky Devils pit ciders
embalmed in strawberry juice.
‘Tell me why you messaged her’.
It’s not just the sun causing
those sweat beads.

Fiery fingers fly through
your book as you ignore
me. The sand creeps in
between my folds and
Irritates my skin as if

it wasn’t crawling already.
A beautiful scene mocks us.
Glittering grasses, crystal waters;
today is perfect.

If I forget that you’re next to me.

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Perfect ripple in Atlantic mist will
End up breaking on the beach at Fistral.
If you catch it you can soar on its crest,
And just for a second you can be the best,

And in that moment you are finally free.
You dance like a butterfly, buzz like a bee,
Give a little wave as you jump off the board;
Fly into the cloud for the Tik Tok hoard.

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For each perfect ripple there are masses more
That break in the wrong way or on the wrong shore,
Or smash in at midnight under moonless sky,
Or burst over your head as you ask yourself why

You were two minutes late setting out that day,
or the traffic light was red or the queue was way
Too long in the town for the coffee store.
The price was the same but it Costa much more

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Looking from above as the clock starts to crawl,
And the tide is rising and it’s beautiful an’all
It feels like it washes all the dead wood away,
Floating all my boats at the top of the day.

Rumination creeps like a drug over me.
I’m Stone cold sober but my mind runs free.
Lowrie matchstick tubthumpers in matchstick rain
The sea knocks them down but they’re soon back up again.

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Crawling back and forth they go in os-elation
They’re going nowhere fast from the no track station
Iz’ee up or isn’t he it’s hard to know for sure
When you’re failing round and round to win a few seconds more.

Hazy golden seagull king on golden throne,
Lazing on the sand telling the sea to go home.
Can u te ll me why he’s Trumpeting so loud?
Telling us we cannot send our memories to a cloud.

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Am I dreaming now or am i awake.
Ordering that kangaroo was that a mis-steak?
Real *** noodle from a glass jam jar.
Who the **** spilled Coca Cola all over my car?

High tide.  Broken water makes the rocks disappear
And it’s now.  I’m awake, and I’m really really here.
When you catch the perfect wave you ride it till it’s done
Coz you never never know if there will be another one.

Teenagers standing on rocks,
Longing to jump in but standing in sudden fear.
Waves swaying against the stone walls,
Hoping to topple them but not having the strength.

The Strand over looking The Hook,
Wishing to catch one's eye in its grasp.
People wondering aimlessly looking,
Longing to find happiness in the wandering beauty.

Climbing the cliffs to find life's secret excitement,
Seeking that sweet rush,
The awe and need for some strange accomplishment.
The glory of youth.

The wanderers searching for escape from life's grasp.
Scared of being alone,
They look for adventure to fill their minds and hearts with needed attention.
Like the two lighthouses standing tall,
I overlook their lives,
Wanting to guide some lost souls
back to the safety of a sandy shore.

Slowly falling back to reality
In each passing day.
You must leave once again,
Return to the salty waters and brisk waves.
How sweet it is,
For youth to venture and explore,
For they do not know life's sad secret.
Grasping them slowly.

Remember the sandwich of youth?

On a drizzly beach with actual sand,
the grit crunch making things somehow better
for the supermarket cheddar
and margarine on sliced white

Let the memories come

The loved ones flinging frisbees,
or playing impossible cricket matches,
grand unplanned architecture,
studded with dead shells,
monuments to a hopeful utopia,
collapsed by the heavy-heeled truths of vengeful siblings
or everyday tides

Sea air makes you hungry and tired,
content,
like life and years try

Today is May the 25th and it's Memorial Day.
We're paying tribute to those who fought and died for the USA.
Many brave soldiers gave their lives.
We're paying tribute to the ones who didn't survive.
Many brave soldiers have fought and died.
They were heroes and that can't be denied.

Butterflies are beautiful
Not as beautiful as you
They are as close as it gets
No living creature (except me) is worth comparing you to