Stranded for the summer

An island in the summer

Sons of summer’s sun

A beach, way down from my land

Down for the summer

An island in the summer

Your island’s downs, astound throughout the summer

Your island, save for your son

It is your summer’s summer

You’re my island, you are my island for the summer

My island is yours, our island for the summer

Sand washed, sun dyed

Dried out island for the summer

Bleach blonde, beach bombs

Plundered the summer’s summer

Blonde on blonde, beach bombs

Blondes for your summer

Your blonde beach bombs

Blondes play on

Through the summer’s summer

Oh my our sweet not sour, island summer

Sun dried, bleach dyed, blonde eyes

Crying out for the summer

Blondes lied, beaches tried, tied up for the summer

Tie dyed, bleary eyed

Plied up, belied for the summer

Island wide, eyelids slide

Cried up for the summer

Turning tides, island rides

All supplied, all are up for the summer

Ride away, we planned to stay

Stray away, for the summer

Dreams stranded on the sand

Stranded for another summer

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Arnold

Arnold

Pen strokes awake to smoke drifting far away

Smoke over mountain passes

Staining plains bought with molasses

Awake to stoke the boilers for to cruise

Arnold

Losing skilful classes, evening study, lads and lasses

Turning thoughts from study days to discotheques

Biblioteques for the masses

Clues that cruise among the shuffling stiletto shoes

Arnold

Choosing or being chosen

Stealing or being broken

Your words are my words spoken

Your solitudes are the lines I’ve chosen

Arnold

Opening and closing, in between a depth of reason

A season writing without love or muse to guide you

Ships across continents, sun and moon survive you

Choke, poke the cinders; one last fire, beside you

Arnold

Before the dark side, over away an swoon

Centuries apart, loves lost lying lonesome

Walking some solitary path from madness

Crazy diamond, life giving island, reflected moon

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Consigned to reflective sociology

Brickyard stacks, fired by old coal slack

Cracks for through to wander

Chimneyed yards, prison guards, no turning back

Closed doors, wardens to close the conscience

Over out over the courtyard, marching unconscious

Prepare to sleep, to keep reaping their subconscious

Consigned, resigned to reflective sociology

Rote, rote together rote, rote on into my mythology

Stealing out over the exercise yard

Escape routes for to ponder longer

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Consigned to cognitive psychology

Staring out over, over waves for to wander

No turning back, nowhere is the space behind

Closed eyes, unable to close the subconscious

Staring out over sleep’s depraved unconscious

Evading sleep, risks run to keep

Creep to keep, to keep a clear conscience

Consigned, resigned to cognitive psychology

Theory, practice, hypothesis, group therapy

Mind my mythology

Staring out over, over waves

Over waves for to ponder, longer

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Feel sand through fingers flowing

Sandals, stepping softly; impressions on the land

Seashells, washing softly; crustaceans in the sand

Lovers, walking softly; footsteps of the brand

Brass bands, jazz quartets; Shakespeare’s in the park

Wind sail, skateboard trail; winter’s dunes and dales

Sands, parks, love after dark; hands held at sunrise

Emotions

Seeping softly

Emotions

Feel sand through fingers flowing

Emotions flowing to the land

Memories

Keeping softly

Memories

Feel to command, sparkle glints glowing,

Memories glowing bright and grand

Strangers

Parting softly

Strangers

Feel sand, washed up

Strangers, washed up by the brand

Sandals, leaving softly; depressions on the land

Seashells, crushing; crusted crustaceans stand

Lovers talk not softly, lover’s step’s unplanned

Brass lands, of ports and quartz

Shakespeare’s sister, blisters in the dark

Wind hail, broken rail; winter’s tale, of time and pail

Slander, snark, smothered by dark, hands open to fail

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