The seaside

Waves in the sand
gritty sandwiches
sunburnt tits
blinding refections off rock pools
seagulls shit
jelly fish stings
warm beer
a loud radio somewhere
kids screaming
hot dog wrappers
People blowing cancer smoke my way
dogs barking
fuck the seaside
give me the open hills and forest any day



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-04-05 at 22:07

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I too live the mountains and the rivers and the woods. But, also the beaches. Hint: Avoid the tourist beaches with their burger bars and car parks, go off grid, find a beautiful, unpopular bay or inlet, so much peace there too.
2016-04-06