broadstairs
pack book and water into a bag
there is a sandy beach
out of season but still warm
beside a town whose population
has an average age of seventy-four
and he wants the sun to shine
to dry up the memory from his mind
but when the sun it deigns to shine
he feels no better
the locals will not give you bother
just nervous, cautious little smiles
the weather’s always been capricious
as is my mind
as is my mind
so he wants the hail to fall
smashing the image of it all
but when the hail begins to fall
he feels no better
so he wants the sun to shine
drying the memory from his mind
but when the sun it deigns to shine
he feels no better
you say the best is yet to come
but that cannot work forever
you say the best is yet to come
but that cannot go on working forever
you say the best is yet to come
but that only works for so long
so long