Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Hoot for Life

A friend is scanning HEAT magazine

on a beach where a passionate sun belts him

so he takes off his hat and flourishes sweat.

 

Boiled, we take a steaming walk and clock

an older woman  sporting HOT

on a T-shirt over her large chest  - cup D;

 

so we lick ice cream and out from a beach hut

struts an aging man, neoprene black;

a sea-lion performer, a drama king,

ready to otter the waves on a surfboard,

buttocks trembling in rubber technology.

 

The sea is cold - and waves inevitably hit him,

hit him

and hit him again.



7 comments:

  1. I love the description of the "aging man"... I can hear the ocean in your last lines.

    ~2

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  2. There is something spellbinding about the image, "buttocks trembling in rubber technology." It's one of those "wish I'd thought of it" phrases.

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  3. Poetry with motion, with motion and with motion again, I like it. http://jokeyshop.blogspot.com

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  4. 'buttocks trembling...' It's going to get you a whole bunch of new poetry lovers who check it out for entirely the wrong reasons!

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  5. Imaginative descriptions, brought a smile to me face.

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