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.