Back at the beach

[Jerrybaldy]

Back on the beach
All roads lead here, always have
I look at my notepad through aviators
' what you doing dad?'
"Writing a poem Holly, do something poetic"
She collects seashells to sell to passers by.
I long for a tsunami so I can rescue my family
But Andre arrives in Jesus sandals
Selling Coca Cola Fanta and Mellon
A German beside me is building the great pyramid
From damp sand whilst his wife's nipples
Cook like popcorn kernels
Holly wants to bury me prematurely
A lady is screaming in the sea
I assess she's not drowning
Just joyful in the sea not the office
Snorkellers look like aliens
Jesus Christ it's hot. I need the sea
I walk in knee high but feel nothing
Submerge silently in Turquoise
and the only sound is my blood
I stand in the swell warm and numb
Look back at Holly building a house in sand
I want to swim and fight the tide
But Holly needs a home.

[Hawkman]

Very nice, JB, and not a choc-ice in sight... Often think of doing a Reggie at the beach.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks Hawk and good to hear from you. Perrin knew where to do it

[JonathanManley]

Some really enjoyable lines in this. Thanks for sharing (and not deleting yet!), JB! 😀

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks JM.