Life’s a Beach
Bukowski meets Eliot
And the thought dawned
upon me;
What if God takes the same delight in
people watching?
On the beach in Italy, of course.
And then suddenly that thought made me
truly see…!
After all, I could sit there on a deck
chair watching all day
People watching under the ombrellone
With perhaps the odd beer and cigarette
Watching the people passing by;
The middle- aged man with a sad gut sucking
on a fag
And beside him the three middle-aged women
Bronzed like old leather statues
In turn looking enviously at the young
Girls and women all of whom are out to
sea,
Their whole lives lost out there,out upon the open horizon…!
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