LITHE GIRLS AND SUMMER BALLOONS
Halcyon seascapes shimmer to the optic nerve of now
While such a breadth of fragrances pollute the giddy lanes
Boutiques with acquired tastes will not throw in the towel
Up at the Marina throb the tycoon’s mid life pains.
Let them wield pounds Stirling all at pseudo happiness
Each one comes accompanied with wide eyed callow Janes
Janes and busty Julies who invariably know best
Their indifference to substance disappoints but entertains.
“Let me try it darling” “Oh its so last year!” she jibes
Call into the Cricketers and Porter’s place of play
Look down from The Dials feel the nauseous “New Age” vibes
Watch the West Pier wither because pink money won’t pay!!
Who would chose above this aqua place an inland life?
When all at once auld organs wheeze sweet crotchets from the fair
Though by The Sussex Arms I took God’s vowels and gained a wife
And only sad confetti fell upon her short brown hair!
A stone’s throw from The Hand In Hand I dwelled then Lansdowne next
With a view to reinvent but both times headed home
For I was impecunious and solitary and vexed
And finally at Montpelier we felt equally alone.
TIM SANSOM 7TH APRIL 2007
