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]