A Monument

As yesteryear echoes
And the mouths of fat infants
Scream fashionable cries,
A cuddly granny
Throws seeds at the gulls,
A war veteran tuts
And a dog causes mayhem.

It’s an old seaside town,
Scummy round the edges,
A postcard found behind a cooker,
Piss puddled tunnels
Feeding withering pubs,
Cracked B&B’s
That stink of stale loathing.

It’s a monument
To letting it go,
As ageing strippers
Eat chips on the beachfront
And shiver,
Dark holes instead of eyes,
Teenagers spitting slang
At their feet,
Butchers grumbling nearby.

They said it would never fade,
A jewel in the crown of the south,
Now it just growls at the waves,
Moans at the sky
And sinks under chipped paint,
Beach balls long since deflated,
Bulldozers dreaming.

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3 Responses to “A Monument”

  1. Russian Billy Says:

    Nice painting…dark holes instead of eyes…i dont recognize my own face in the mirror

  2. PiterJankovich Says:

    My name is Piter Jankovich. oOnly want to tell, that your blog is really cool
    And want to ask you: is this blog your hobby?
    P.S. Sorry for my bad english

  3. I really liked this and saw all the vivid pictures your words evoked – great stuff!

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