Under the pier. 

Sleeping off the nights lost amongst 

the man of war the tangled wreck

and seaweed wreathed hair

Throwing concepts of guilt to the waves 

For a life of pleasure.

under the piers painted lady’s smile 

that breaks found in the bad weather.

With a smile the sunshine hesitates 

On the rivets of sunken black comedy 

barres exposing days lost to surfing 

Out to low tide watermarked by authorities 

Stamping authenticity on Opiated dreams.

Under piers painted ladys smile 

those breaks found in the bad weather.