The Nokia is new
I’m driving through
I’m leaving for no reason
The Lexus boy
Air conditioned joy
Feels like I am committing treason
Through this place called Drift
Moving swift, through the gears I shift
I’m all for going out of season
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
The Nokia is new
I’m driving through
I’m leaving for no reason
The Lexus boy
Air conditioned joy
Feels like I am committing treason
Through this place called Drift
Moving swift, through the gears I shift
I’m all for going out of season
Granite Boulder
Strapless shoulder
Ultramarine
Are you
Mother of pearl
Countess, King and Earl
Carbon blue it’s true
You’re diamond through and through
Crimson skin of Lincoln
Your friends to whom you think on
Though only the amethyst knew
Who or why the seagull slew
Carbis Bay
Fortunes far away
A place to stay
For rejuvenation
Midsummer’s day
Breeze blue jay
Walk and play
For recuperation
On the beach at Sennen
As close on earth to heaven
Sunlight smiles and laughter
It is as if the ever after
Sennen
Oh Sennen
Imagine
Mr. Lennon
On the beach
At Sennen
Or even Mr. Rea
Words to disappear
Driving home for Christmas
Driving on to Sennen
Seven stairways to heaven
On the beach at Sennen
June, July or December
In passing times remember
That god’s earth let you lend her
Returned once more to send her
Spend your lent
Heaven sent
On the beach at Sennen