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Brighton Blow Away

Frantically rushing to
the door that’s already
waiting for an exit.

Remember the charity’s
down in Kemptown.
The circular park
next to the Pavilion.
Old Stein and its pebble dash.
A walk through all The Lanes.
NCP Carparks and jaded
fish and chip parades.
Empty fairground ride,
a turning – loose change
and the smell of vinegar.
Samoan flip flop
and rugby team buses.
Japan, South Africa and
the rain wet sparkling.

Remember last summer.
Remember thirty years ago.
Grand Master Flash and
Melle Mell – white lines,
and Brighton blow away.

On rainy April afternoons in Brighton

Gale force winds a blowing in
on four tall people,
along the promonade.
With winter coats
and woolen scarfs a flowing.
With sea soaked shanties
and brighter days to come.
On rainy April afternoons,
in Brighton.

Imaginary Journeys on a Electric Railway

When the sun is yet to set
on empires of spice, sugar
and clippers rounding the Cape Horn.

Passengers jostle while
children yet to be born
eat ice cream on the prom.

A bell rings:

And the shaky journey begins.
From steamers to turbines
cutting through a navy at Spithead.

A hurdy gurdy organ plays:
I’m forever blowing.
To the crowd now born and grown.

Recruits between the wars.
Marking time.
Marking time.

Waiting for the pinch of
Austerity to be no more.
Sunken and already old.

Grandchildren eat ice cream
and bubble gum.
Chewing on a dozen Hiroshima’s.

Minutemen with fingers poised.
Mods and Rockers,
pursued by Ton-up boys.

The ring of a bell;
a turn of the hurdy gurdy,
and a ride along the shore.

A small crowd at the terminus
gathers as we pass.
They are watches of this incident.

Poised between stillness and motion;
next to unborn, next to dead.
Train riders getting ready for their go.

and Another of the Ocean


A View from the Sky