Monday, May 28, 2007

What of the sullied indifference to piers -
Rabid young gamblers two pennies at a time on the roulette, thumbs itching -
Bandana bandit carries his two-guns into the future, firing from the hip at the vid-screen all the way whilst talking to himself a running commentary on the death-dealing beauty of it all -
Outside it rains on: silver sheen wooden slats of Queen Victoria's penchant for never getting her feet wet, the fishing rods limp in the Bank Holiday downpour at the end of the pier -
It's always the bright cocoon of the arcade that wins after all, anecdotes and nostalgia resounding in the rust of variety entertainment and the flaky paint -
Spaniards lost in the rain (looking for stolen doubloons?) -
The damp fury of Beachy Head where cars stall and graduates tramp up the hill to the lighthouse with sorry umbrellas and canvas shoes that will rot in the wet -

Eastbourne 27/5/07

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