Picture this:
Couples
on Aberystwyth Seafront
Flags
batterred by politics
People
who cannnot reverse
A
Monument to the dead and dying
Heaving
breasts under ill fitting T shirts
As
the life/death guard uses a traffic cone to plant a flag
To
say that you can’t swim here.
A
distress flare breaks over Pen Dinas fired by a woman in
The
top floor window of a Bed and Breakfast who has just
Spotted
another little Midlands person being swept out
to sea in Khaki shorts and flip flops.
The
No Vacancies sign is continuously turned by an Obsessive Compulsive
called
Lyn
Who
shakes his head and dribbles and wishes that he was John Travolta
Flying
that plane over there, see it, to Boston
Mrs
Myfanwy Pierce is having a Tea Party and all the little brains have been
invited.
She
has placed jars around the room in case of an accident
Huge
stained panes of glass force gales back and keeps Gail locked under the stairs.
She
hadn’t been seen for months.
Victorian
Lamps and College Lecturers
Seagulls
and Lobster Pots.
“You
could have parked in there Ron.
I
don’t know why I married you, you’re an arsehole”.
The
great architect of the town who prefers to be called God
Carries
his animal skin briefcase around from consultation to consultation.
“I
built this town”
Terry
Waine farts loudly as dad splutters on the icecream, one slip and the seagulls
will
have it.
Terry
announces “Kicking human heads is far superior to kicking a beach ball”
Another
little cosseted psychotic is growing up on an edge of town housing estate.
Rosa
Jane, the Gypsy from Devil’s Bridge has a second home in Islington.
When
she’s not raking it in from people’s neuroses
She
likes to tan crisply and uses a brand name oil to slide across.
The
local minister head bowed by the wind and by an indiscretion that he
committed
with a wailing widow from Waunfawr sprints past her tent
On
his way to the sad building syndrome library to have a go on that Internet
thing.
‘Take
it or leave it.’
“Just
gives us your money will you”
“Oh
and yes we hope you have a good time.”
A
dead donkey is washed up on the shore and photographs taken
by
the great white hunters.
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