Day Trip

Mike Bell/ August 30, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Brighton humped to sub bass
& aged party animals – greyer
men & dyed women wriggled
to a DJ used to young struts &

less replacement hips – Sweet
smells of sugar-rich treats & a
waft of booze & fatty burgers –

scented girls – a fish stall slap –
aftershave & stale sweat ooze
from auld pores [years before
lip-balm of salt was our given

over stinging vinegar – such a
scant seaside encounter is no
more plenty for a day-tripper]

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