Mirrorball moon and the raving loon
white noise stabs
the killer tune
smoke inhalation
her throat burns
with the sting of her lover’s tears
her heart as black and hollow as the West Pier
a lover washed up on the shore
her other known only by her weeping in the tides
no soothe
not even in the wash
and the sshhhh
the wash
and the sshhhh
of the waves
reaching in
towards
the seaside front-scape
of the big draw city
bright lights and hope in flight
high rents and artists in service
throwing imaginary coins
to alleyway whispers
arcade dropouts promising
the love of a warm tipster

and the lovers…

their DNA becoming tiny diamonds
along the sand
secrets of the heart crystallised
waiting for the wash
and the sshhhh
the wash
and the sshhhh
to finally soothe their souls
and sail them to the moon.

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