Day in the life...

 The Beach Generation

Nobody

else

is

awake 

-

Atlantis

is 

closed

for 

another

two

hours 

-

We

glide

barefoot

to

the

beach 

-

We

are

the

Beach

Generation

...

sprawled

on

the

sand

once

again.

For Lawrence Ferlinghetti

A picture of a long gone world

 
                            Stood at the top of the long world

lighthouse at my feet
            chalk cliffs plummeting into the grasp of the relentless
                                    Aspidochelone in the depths
                        the gorse leaning towards life at 45°
                                    rainbows plucked from other hemispheres

   words shimmer in the refracted/reflected light

                    the steam rises from the Cappuccino machine

 plumes of Marlboro smoke emerge and merge

                            a huddle of young poets sit

        amazed and deranged in the hurly-burly hours of a weekday morning

                                    the haunted shadows of deep night erased by the golden cacophony of sunrise

            the book is held open and the words are shared...

... there are others out there, we are not alone.