On Andover Beach
by grimbeau
The sole aren’t biting today,
taking the meagre bait
of rehashed borrowed matter.
Must have better things to do
like sleep or almost
anything else permissible.
The swarming free world
of competing distractions.
Fleets of flights of fancy.
Origami necromancy.
Bat on ball or do fuck all.
Have a weep or have a ball.
All that is within your power.
Within your sphere of influence.
Just go and explore!
Ouch!
Not that one…