One Man Show

His Truman-esque Show stretches to Peacehaven
in his hoax East Sussex

Here he sucks on sea air tasting far away origins –
but no sandy footprints –

shores are shingle-thick & slope down to meet a
cold dip of toes – no sun

from falling lamps/ Paint your backdrops in green –
your long tales are fakes

& Zoom will not save any alliance built on groping/
A blind fool counts waves

as they break [over bared flesh on beaches] He’ll sit
& count for a seventh curl

but love will not deliver an easy refrain – a gale blows
away his lust-pulled attire

as he stands & sighs – he is offered no focus pull to
ease him from this scene